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.

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.