RAYS-OF LIGHT

Rays-of light...hide-in the sky,
like ripples water-of the spring,...wandering,whispering,...playful and uneasy,in the silence of the night

The moon let down the corolla rays-high,above the well sweep,
braided haired dark blue,as sky,
beautiful-is Desra.

I keep-in my palms red berries collected from rose hip,
squatting will fall asleep moments,
like stars along the trail.

Can be heard the echo-of silence,hidden among the rocks,
it's time for beautiful elves-words...
...to wrap-in whispering their prayer,as -in an hidden silky veil,throughout the earth...

With burning heart frame-in my cold palms red berries, collected from hip rose...small seeds,
like-in a glimpse, they lovely melting.

The seeds-of love,rays-of my dream,
kept as fruits on Desra tresses,
in the thrill of my heart will remain as the word-of -love bless this.

EMBALMED LEAVES SPINNING-IN CIRCLE,STORIES

Among the white stones,lumps-of earth,
to the roots-of trees,the seeds,
from abyss a whisper murmuring.

Stars shine from above,sealing like in a dream,footpaths,
embalmed leaves spinning-in circle,stories wipes hurry their tracks.

Sometimes we arrived at the place...sometimes,the memories,
they sneak through  tears,like sweet and bitter cherries.

Gray clouds,the walls-thoughts,playful and puny,
they look-in night, how Desra weave,beautiful veils.

From deep-my heart a whisper broke my senses,
with hot tears and numb,I lit the white-in dreams... the candles.

IT SNEAKS THROUGH THE TREES,THE WIND...

Push slowly withered leaf,the wind,weaving colored and fragrant tiaras.

Scattered them among the brushwood,leaves-of the heart-sign,as in an unread book,the words.

It sneaks through the trees,wind,...as Fairies,

looking for the place and fortune.

In their small fists and reddened,Fairies

gathered-in haste scented brushwood-of forest tree...

to make hut-in glade,

to rest to tell stories,they may rejoice.

Looking up at blue sky,they let down-the braids,braided desires,...Fairies.

In Spring waves were mirrored stars...birds have gathered-in echo,trills,calling the chamois.

The dens of the mountains,ghosts,wait with joy and fear Dawn,to warm the Earth.

At night,my fear was dispelled,as a white coral berry,caught the mischievous wind-in Desra tresses.

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.