LEADING-ON MY FOREHEAD-THOUGHTS

I deepened my eyes-in night,opening a dreamy gateway.

As stars-of cotton candy-thoughts,

white-are,fluffy-are,

spoiled with the feeling-of childhood.

Over closed eyelids were hidden-in mystery-the eyes,

magic balls,dark glaze.

In my beating heart I gathered,from daylight,a glimpse from life-of world,

like into a carousel-the memories...scattered and funny pictures,spinning-in circle,

like a child,who gathering-in his warm palms,golden-beauty-of sunbeams...gentle warmth-of love.

Like drops-of spring,

coming down wandering from mountain to the dark depths-of the earth...

as the first word,

uttered at the beginning-of the world-velvety thoughts,

fall-on moss rocks,

waiting like fireflies,hidden among the leaves...

the first glimmers-in the morning,

the first rays-of the sun,

the rustle-of the first steps...a glimpse from life-of the world.

RAYS-OF LIGHT

Rays-of light...hide-in the sky,
like ripples water-of the spring,...wandering,whispering,...playful and uneasy,in the silence of the night

The moon let down the corolla rays-high,above the well sweep,
braided haired dark blue,as sky,
beautiful-is Desra.

I keep-in my palms red berries collected from rose hip,
squatting will fall asleep moments,
like stars along the trail.

Can be heard the echo-of silence,hidden among the rocks,
it's time for beautiful elves-words...
...to wrap-in whispering their prayer,as -in an hidden silky veil,throughout the earth...

With burning heart frame-in my cold palms red berries, collected from hip rose...small seeds,
like-in a glimpse, they lovely melting.

The seeds-of love,rays-of my dream,
kept as fruits on Desra tresses,
in the thrill of my heart will remain as the word-of -love bless this.

EMBALMED LEAVES SPINNING-IN CIRCLE,STORIES

Among the white stones,lumps-of earth,
to the roots-of trees,the seeds,
from abyss a whisper murmuring.

Stars shine from above,sealing like in a dream,footpaths,
embalmed leaves spinning-in circle,stories wipes hurry their tracks.

Sometimes we arrived at the place...sometimes,the memories,
they sneak through  tears,like sweet and bitter cherries.

Gray clouds,the walls-thoughts,playful and puny,
they look-in night, how Desra weave,beautiful veils.

From deep-my heart a whisper broke my senses,
with hot tears and numb,I lit the white-in dreams... the candles.

IT SNEAKS THROUGH THE TREES,THE WIND...

Push slowly withered leaf,the wind,weaving colored and fragrant tiaras.

Scattered them among the brushwood,leaves-of the heart-sign,as in an unread book,the words.

It sneaks through the trees,wind,...as Fairies,

looking for the place and fortune.

In their small fists and reddened,Fairies

gathered-in haste scented brushwood-of forest tree...

to make hut-in glade,

to rest to tell stories,they may rejoice.

Looking up at blue sky,they let down-the braids,braided desires,...Fairies.

In Spring waves were mirrored stars...birds have gathered-in echo,trills,calling the chamois.

The dens of the mountains,ghosts,wait with joy and fear Dawn,to warm the Earth.

At night,my fear was dispelled,as a white coral berry,caught the mischievous wind-in Desra tresses.