FRAGRANCE-OF MYRRH

Fragrance-of myrrh...from scattered moments,remaining memories-Desra,

She looks into my dream...

She spin...time.

Through transparent thread,my thoughts,

filter it-in tramping,cadenced.

Fragrance-of myrrh...in the morning light,they clung to the rocks,unanswered questions,

hidden-in eagles cry.

Fragrance-of myrrh...through air waves-in white clouds,the silence...then the echo.

Like pearls taken out clams,as pearls,enlighten...

the thoughts-"the shadows"...the clouds-"the traveling",prepare the way-of Angels.

ARE MYSTERIES THAT ARE HIDING-IN DEEP

Are mysteries that are hiding-in deep,...in the night,turned to my heart.

They return ,the moments,like the sound-of horn,the Beautiful Elves.

They will prepare shelter,as Fairies...through the air waves,looking for the rings.

They stick to my heart,memories,like a bride at chest lover,...palms,prayers,tears.

Are mysteries that are hiding,like white clouds-the nights,
like birds-singing-the mornings,
as silent-the thoughts.

Stick this moment of my heart,
in the silence of evening,pleasant touch of summer wind,
light and shadows,painted on the leaves

Melting-in my palms,the moments,like a balm on the heart.

IS HEARD- IN THE NIGHT,WHISPERS

Is heard-in the night,whispers...and the waters-in the valley.

Walnut leaves rustling...is heard-in the night.

Is heard the murmur of Fairies,gathered-in haste,at edge of fountain.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...hitting the wing through the curtains of stars.

Is heard-in the night,as fell through whispers,like a tear from heaven eyelash,Desra-beautiful

with long hair braided-dark blue.

Beautiful Elves are ready...to open the Gate-of Heaven.

Lean fountain were hanging,the stones wet and cold

like rosary,at girdle nuns.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...for Fairies,restless,calling me

as if suddenly,

they would have fallen

a piece-of heaven-in shirt pockets...too much beauty,

are ready falling stars,with their thin fabric,spun with love from moonlight.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...whispers,

lost-in crystalline waves-of Spring.

Catching palms of Desra.

In my heart,like a veil echo.

Near Gate longing,tears.

Over Stone darkness,tears-of saints.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...shadow fountain leaned over my forehead,a sign-of luck...

they fell stars from the pockets of Fairies.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...and the waters-in the valley setting the path-of grass,

the place where will drink stags.

Is heard-in the night,whispers...for time,

hit with wing my forehead...dropping tear.

WIRES DREAM

Wires dream...wires velvet dream.

Wires dream-of grass field,left in the summer,homeless...dream wires,cramped,hungry,

waiting quietly-in the corner of the heart.

At the gates-of the night knock thoughts,like pilgrims...thoughts,

cleaned by passing longing.

With foreheads bowed,wires dream...seek shelter-in the deep Earth...dream wires.

My travels are pierce the words,halts,interrupted the calling of the Earth...crystal Spring flow...

mazes spell -of chilhood,troubling questions,unanswered.

On my forehead,fresh dew drops...the kiss blade-of grass,

delicate fabrics,embroidered tree roots on the Earth hearth.

Feel like a bead-on the edge Fountain,Time...a shooting star,turned-in flight.

Listen to the story.

With an open heart-in palm,like a red pitcher coral,

waiting to flow from heaven dream wires,droplets-of wisdom.

In the forest,oak tambourine to Winter...beautiful girl with candy-in his pockets.

Wires dream...with watershed landmark fountain,a game from childhood...dream wires,

with palms placed over the eyes like a veil...weaving through my fingers of sunlight.

Thought is back-on the wings of a dream.

Barefoot,with loins girded by a belt dandelions...dream wires,wires dream,as a red petals,hidden fist.

HOW DEEP-THE SKY

How deep-the sky-hidden by the veil-of night,like a secret treasure,

gentle covered by white clouds who keep the path for dreams...

interwoven colors-in air waves,

swirls scented ephemeral moments,falling on the forehead Time,

which keep eternity-in cloak of stars,

housed-in flimsy folds,emotions,memories,desires.

Is so long time since I close the Gate,

leaving hurried-in search-of a lost piece-of heaven

is so long way and fenced

carved right-in the ridge rock...in my palms,like a coal hot...

a clump of scattered moments bowed among the stars ,to look for beautiful,

unseen-the rings.

Sweep fountain creaked,over the earthly body...encouraging and smiling

fall burned leaves,

entangled colors,and sealed on the trees.

I put my forehead on watershed fountain and hot my palms...to touch the sky.

How wonderful is Heaven and what is quiet moon...

SHALL BE WAVES,THE THOUGHTS

Shall be waves,the thoughts...drops of water fell from the sky.

Shall be waves,the thoughts...drops of light from rainbow...sneaking,squandering-it,melting...

The sky girded with a red-purple belt,weaving from sunlight-in sunset...shall be waves,the thoughts.

On a wood of the cross,it was a silence...clear memories,scented,
like rosary-in my heart...shall be waves,the thoughts.

Like pearls-on the corner of rocks,shall be waves,the thoughts...beautiful garlands,budded-in a dream.

Seeking hearts-the spring,
crept among the graves stones,
gently sand,apprenticeship stages-of ages...gates-of tradition,
longing words inlaid-on the leaves,like the lifeline cut into the palm.

Shall be waves,the thoughts...faithful eagles,traveling on the way of eternity...shall be waves,
the thoughts...constantly seeking the place where shall be gather
the most daring dreams,unfulfilled-of earthlings.

RAINDROPS

After the rain-snails... start in their journey.

Moments,fragment of dreams,scattered under the leaves,
glide-on warm trails
deeply encrusted on the grass...signs of passage,
like the moonlight-silver lace...hanging from tree branches.

Pilgrims conquerors,concealed-in pitchers dreams,snails started in search of fortune.

Some of them will remember the place from were they started,
others,like minstrels will ascend and descend,clinging to the branches vine grape...
lifting antennas,like telescopes,
to any breeze that creeping on the path.

Hidden under the leaves,
like under the dome-of a church-snails are waiting for moments
who bring on the wings of dreams
lime and jasmine fragrance.

Raindrops...
remaining on the leaves,were hanging from my heart.

Raindrops... with shy light wires,like a diadem
were caught the berries cherry trees.

SHELTER DEEP-IN THOUGHTS

Sheltered deep-in thought-with symphony of light,

on the green shell of the wood,as a kiss,

concealed,with the buds.

Sheltered deep-in thought-with the tree sap.

Come rain over plains,and mysterious words of love,

glimmers of firefly over the blossomed buds.

Sheltered deep-in thought-with ,dewy grass yarn,

collected-in moon nights,to lighten the load chain.

Sheltered deep-in thought-with heart-shaped,scattered among the rocks,

searching the hopes.

Sheltered deep-in thought-with tears,

slipping easy like a balm...with time and longing,deeply,

for untold,on hidden,diamonds-words.

WONDERFUL NIGHTS

Wonderful nights-pass over the well sweep,

secrets whispering,hide themselves-in the pure air,lost moments,

like traces-of sparks flashing-in the waves.

The open gate,and creaking,

fountain in the garden wait,

lapping against through the waves spring hidden-in the depths...

their taulk-in...the echo-shadow itself.

Colored wires are the days and nights,

sewn together on a canvas-life,they joins the memories,put pledge,in the dark.