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.