IN THE PLACE WHERE THE LIGHT STARS

In the place where the light starts,waves dream,they...play,

in mystery knock,

knock in the night at the gate of my heart.

In the place where the light starts,petals dream,they...were scattered,

like silver threads of morning dew, melted,

melt away,completely in my heart,

a flame of fire between earth and sky.

In the place where the light starts ,the stars,they...glow,

mirrored in waters,

dripping,dripping slowly,whispers in the night-light,

like into a fountain the stars-stars,

drops wishes as in Morgan's eyes.

In the place where the light starts,to the place where they go,

flying,flying,butterflies-the thoughts,

diamond touches with flimsy wings,they...wandering play

among the waves dream,which knock,knock,

lovingly knock...purple lilac love,

a prayer at the gate of Heaven.

SHELLS DREAM

In a shell of dreams,shells dream,they...undisturbed moments,a fleeting smile,

as in an hourglass,the time.

Bouquet of scented waves,a drop of morning dew,silently -of-longing,

like snail-travelers,

who started on the grape vines in the pursuit of happiness.

On the traces left,they...gathered the memories,translucent,

as glass slipper of Cinderella,with a tear caught from heart,

to not forget the way back home...a thought burned by time.

Shells dream in a shell of dreams,they,...light talismans on way,

graced with drops of dew,

fell from the angle of the mountains,

frail velvet petals,they...hidden in heart,

grown between rocks,like moss.

GOLDEN PEARLS FROM STAR DUST

Golden pearls from star dust,they...sat on violets,

when the eye sees,turn his eyelid towards the heart,

like the sun in sunset...

Golden pearls from star dust,they...grains of sand in hourglass,

the eye that sees it,like the sun is,

like a penny out of the treasure of a king...

Sweet are,droplets of morning dew,they...were seated on the leaves,

remembering the garden of my grandma and gooseberries,

they punch,to sweeten...

Golden pearls from star dust,they...the memories,

began their story like spring runny,echo bringing for clouds is,

touching eyelid sky,sweet blessing of memory.

What I will leave behind and what I gather,

the sky will cover like dew.

GLIMMERS OF LIGHT

Glimmers of light,they...wandering among stones,
in my palm,a glimpse of passing of time.

Glimmers of light,they...are passed with the clouds
while it keeps the warmth of the light.

Glimmers of light at daylight,they...rolled over
from well sweep of the fountain
sparking in beams of light slinking from eyelid of Heaven.

Glimmers of light,they...were given untying
toward the road until Fountainhead,
looking for the place which have grown the roots...
enticing the paths...

Glimmers of light,they...tumble gently with the clouds.
Spread to my ankle,glimmers of light,they...
scented beads-seeds...of lilac seeds-beads.
Smelling of myrrh,glimmers of light,they...
hidden feelings in the night,through my whispers.

WINGS OF DREAM HIDDEN FROM LIGHT

Wings of dream hidden from light,gather memories through waves of air.

Down on my knees,were scattered in the air,chased by silence.

We receive like a jewel,a taste from life of world,...fragments of love,

dripping on foreheads ,hiding in time...preserve the moment.

In prayer bowed forehead,

the sky like veil,

forgotten words in heart,they are oneself again...that birds.

That birds,returning to their place and taking again to fly,in light,...the words,my lost words,

deeply thrilled by the passage of time,

as a wing,a prayer...

Thrilled abyss into the night,the power of words,...hiding in time,preserve the moment.

BEAUTIFUL,THE NIGHT

Beautiful this night,she.... covered the sky,with tresses braided in seven locks dark blue...
is beautiful the truth.

As the honeycomb,as honey,are beautiful the words,sweet,
sweet as dreams ,they...wisdom calls.

Like seven thoughts,
kept in heart for seven days,...of  light whispers.

They are like hidden paths in the mountains,receiving light into groves,
they made crossroads...

Beautiful the night,when smile Desra.
She calls from seven corners of the earth,dreams,sweet,
sweet as words,they...my heartbeat calls.

WHITE FLOWERS,SWEET BASIL,SCENT OF A BASIL

White flowers,sweet basil,scent of a basil...shall be silently the moments-white doves.

It seems that the memories as dreams... shall be,white flowers,sweet basil.

White flowers,sweet basil,braided from a ray of light in twilight,the clouds,...shall be.

At twilight ,when sun kissed the stones...shall be.
In twilight,white clouds
they gather their vestments,with scent of a basil.

Yarn flimsy...white flowers,sweet basil,spread by the wind...it seems,
will sit on the leaves for the night which shall pass.

Some of them will redden,will wilt,it will tighten through the branches,
as an outdated parchment hidden in mystery.

In flight-white dove,
slightly knocking with a wing and pierce my heart...it seems,
that memories as dreams...shall be white flowers,sweet basil,scent of a basil.