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.

HEARTBEAT

Placed as a heart,my palm...heartbeat,were scattered.

Rays of light,running through the trees,
spinning in a dizzying dance...of words whispering.

In whispering of waves,gathered words,swirling laces...playing in dance,
like white clouds,sky into the light,
hiding branches fallen in water...dreams.

As white clouds,the light...scattered among grass,
golden beams hanging on moss..

In my eyes,...heartbeat of my heart,
beautiful moments refreshing their wings,gathered the words-seeds,
beautiful words-elves,hiding among the trees-mystery,
in gentle tints embellish dreams...

IS DEEPENS THE SKY

Is deepens the sky.

Counting moments,I walk over shade-of thoughts,hidden under rocks.

Playful prints,stray and funny-the memories...

they caught by my heart,like a mimosa.

Is deepens the sky.

In fly arrows-a dove,reached with the wing this beautiful moment.

Fallen-in my way,as a crumb of bread will be food over night.

With murmured whispers will tell stories Fairies,with the big eyes,like stars.

Is deepens the sky

With entwined branches-trees,

were bent down to find their shade...

Only the Moon and the trace.

THE LEAVES

The leaves-in the leaves curl,turn-up in the wind,

wearing like in a palm,the sign of Spring-heartbeat,

longing,tears and the flight.

The leaves-from the leaves rises,from earth-in fly,like brides,

for waves of wind chosen,to be near,

when wind will switch over the waters,

nibbling slightly the light as a spark-

in secret waving,

in playground his coat.

The leaves-among the leaves were seated,

in the lap-of Fairies squatting,covered by the moon,

to be her crown in the night that will pass-

whispered words,

for leaves heard.

The leaves-burned leaves like scrolls,

pearls of stardust will fall-of them-hidden among stones

will keep the secrets,in the whispers wind,

in the silence-of thoughts,

in the corner-of the heart.

The leaves-colorful leaves as a caress,

wind garment-in the whirl gather-leaves,

touching my forehead-a prayer,

with tight palms,keep the words,my Beautiful Elves,

as a precious gift,as a legacy-

the beauty of Heaven-Earth dedication.

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.

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.