ITS LIKE AN ECHO-IN TWILIGHT

Rustle forest calling-in whispers,golden leaves and frosting,fallen from trees.

Can be heard echoing the grove in which increased as a hope hidden in the depths,bluebells,

like the rainbow stripes when come after the rain...

It is restful mornings

fleeting touched the wings of angels?

I lean my forehead at the tree roots...or thoughts

Into the night Desra tresses fallen like darkened veils over waters,a prayer...heart fire...

Can be heard quietly flowing stream,

the rustle of fallen leaves on wet moss at the tree roots.

Like a  cherub...joined himself to my heart,...like a cherub,

with his temple glued to my dream,...like a cherub,

looking for my words,beautiful elves hidden-in leaf,...like a cherub.

Dark saying-of love,forgotten,torn,fragrant..like tear my eyes as drops of morning dew.

Like a cherub wandered through thoughts,

he raised his beautiful wings coloring my sky,

putting near my forehead,the rainbow,...like a cherub.

Lost in thoughts,Desra blinked,scattering from a chalice,autumnal scent-of leaves,

remained fresh and the same as last winter.

THE SILENCE OF LEAVES

Hidden-in heart,like in a rock-desires,

the ocean worn over the waters...loneliness.

Messengers-of words with drooping wings-the silence of leaves,hanging like rags-in trees,

on thousands of pathways,

the arrows fly-sky high.

A flock-of birds take on its wings the colors-of autumn,like a memory of childhood ...stories,

Cups leafless-the trees,

with forehead lean upon heaven,follow the rainbow...

Passed through the fire-of love...they are blind.

Sprinkling with plush seeds-chrysanthemums,covered graves...inside this,

beautiful box heart place,

forever with faith-in love embrace.

PEARLS-OF DREAMS

Leaf rust-thoughts,passed through the fire-of love...shadows,
like a glove,covering the earth with beauty.

Wings-of birds-in memories soar into the sky...pearls-of dreams,
forgotten among the rocks.

Rays-of light spinning-in rosy colors-of dawn...blink around.

A skim coat...sweet burden-of height...fragrance-in Autumn.

AS IN A CONCH,PEARLS

Fell over stones rocks from heights-tight,

in stream ,water waves whirling-hiding at the lip-of spring.

Gathered tingly and withered-the leaves,frosting leaves-in the moonlight.

Like a myrrh,moments-thoughts,

they put on their shoulders the signs-signs,brought by the wind.

As in  a conch ,pearls-moments fallen in my heart,

as in a herbarium ,the memories-charming memories,parchment,embalmed.

AS THE CHILDISH SHADOW OF THE WORDS

I gathered in my heart candor-of love,pearls,
diamonds hidden among the leaves,soft berries,with touch-of vellum.

I wear on my shoulders passing of the years,that old walnut in the garden-of grandparents,
encrypted shadows on the leaves,the seasons-lovely painting,
with strong perfume and discreet,my beautiful words.

As the flight-of turtle doves were shaken leaves,scattered themselves,
and much farther for walnut,
covering like a coat-of elves,childish shadow of the words.

Much closer to Heaven eyelid,beauty inside-heartbeat,
is heard as an echo-vaulted sky over the carpet leaves.

I gathered beauty,for the time that has remained-as beads  on a sheepskin coat with cunning work.

Distracted by leaves,a kindly fire,lit with dry twigs,
a touch -of cold wind.

As drops-of water from the jug,
stardust scented berries-soft memories,
as the childish shadow of the words...I gathered.
 

WILL LEAVE THE BIRDS

Is laid hoard frost among the grass...will leave the birds.

In flying arrows they start to fly to warmer places...will leave the birds.

Hidden in story will overshadow paths,
my steps will hide under a silver veil...preserved moments,
as doves with hidden wings.

Moments-the moments remaining in my heart untouched,fragrant,playful.
Moments-the moments from early childhood,
hidden in a glove.

They fly...the birds,bringing with them the moments...in passing sign.

Frosting little stars will adorn the branches...forgotten moments-the moments,
hidden under a golden carpet-of frosting leaves.

My steps,they stopped into the night,
wasting my fear as the cries-of birds,
moments-the moments...of love,
kept in hand-here at the gate Time.

THE NECKLACE FANTASIES OF AUTUMN

Silver stars of star dust and reddish rays brought by the wind,
woven like a precious canvas from the crown of the sun...silver stars ,they caress the twigs.

Over the Earth,delayed Autumn,
has placed her brown veil with white frost,embroidery of elves...fresh-in the air,kept-waves,
like deep in the woods-the paths,fluffy,barely-glimpsed,
a maze ray-gray,dense,misunderstood.

I wasted in the fragrant air,
like a tree his perfume branches,
wasted my thoughts,
seeking for the path that as a child,I hid it in a story...

Silver pearls beads ,scattered in a box for toys,
silver pearls scented,like the feeling remained in my heart.

Caught like a bead in a necklace fantasies of Autumn,
put my forehead near the first tree branches met on the road and wait,
as in a prayer,
beautiful words to caress my heart.