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- Author: Barbara Maria Michalska
Between Horizon High and Low
Barbara Maria Michalska
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Contents
Chapter I THE JACOB’S CRUSADE
The rain upon stairways
Tired Hands
Orchid on a dresser
Sailing ships
Don Quixote
A slow decay of leaves
Who is this man?
To Michael Cloutier
To Ted Harrison
Storyline
Dawn
Cathedral
Seashells
A man in motion
On wings of birds
A view of island of Terra
White walls
Escape
Sermon
As seen in the eyes of sun
Shallow riverbed
A road to nowhere
A sudden feeling of dismay
Ashes of my bones
Laser tips of sunlight
Wild cats
A winter train
Eyes of night owls upon us
Medusas’ sunset
Horizon
Over Sparta dawn is rising
A pilgrim
Currents of despair
Echo left behind
Earth’s solid surface
A prayer
Fog in the city
Trans-bridges
Chapter II
WINGS OF CUPID
Wings of cupid
An ancient temple
The sun a snake from Eden
Wild geese
An invitation
Love temptations
Desert love
If you wish
Walk along the beach
Airport Bus
Long weekend in Seattle
To slowly vanish
Heart of fire
Longest hallway
Golden plate
White shades of love
FDn’t send me postcards from Europe
A garden of apes
Royal Oak the Station
Home of melancholy
On ancient agorae
Echo travelling the valleys
A pledge to Ariadne
Horizon is lining for evenings
I just thought
Tropical ports oriental fabrics
On my dresser
Travel lonesome travel far
Room 223
Without love
Thousand days
Water escapes
Chapter III A CAROUSEL
Blue horses
Mountain range summits rising
Childhood memory
A new day begins at dawn
Snowfall
Blue River
Time
The landscape plentifully rich
Reign of autumn
Weeping willow
Sunrise glow
Not a blemish upon mirror
Black Panther
On guard of gothic
Ulysses comes home
Three Magi
On the way to the altar
Sunset away
Even in heaven not all is well
January trip
A map of life
Sailor of night
Behind mountain range
Afternoon light
A view
Autumn shadows
Orion
Summer day
A carousel
Chapter I THE JACOB’S CRUSADE
The rain upon stairways
Volcanoes erupted to settle the score Blue dust betrays the strength
Of elements
In front of heaven gates are back Sky greyed like pavement
Above the craters
Rain upon stairways swallows blue dust Slippery climbing
Each step a man makes
Time wheels to a stop time’s seen disarray Monuments crumble
New monuments Raised
A man is more stubborn Than
Stones he erects
Rain upon stairways swallows blue dust Slippery climbing each step
A man makes
Volcanoes erupted blue dust is down In sleepless town
A cry fights off The first of fears
— The fear of unknown
A newborn begins its Jacob’s crusade
Tired Hands
Tired hands will not submerge In goodness
Of sunshine
They kneaded bread Carried basket filled
With blooming flowers
Chopped trees built houses Polished
Silver Bronze doorknobs
Weeded gardens Removed
Litter
Lifted boxes moved Cargo
Tired hands have scratches Swollen veins
Bruises mapping The hands
That dug into corridors of arctic mines Excavated
Clods of salt from inhospitable pit Calmed
Angry wood copper and stone
Orchid on a dresser
Summer window stretches along the arc of rainbow Scented orchid blooming a dresser beauty owner
Wooden cross in church has altar half divided Where love is a communion despair a prayers’
Lament
The sky outside my vision has strained the skin In effort
To have arrived at promise to those who reached Horizon
In moonlight Christian credo Forgives
To be forgiven
The many steps to heaven is climbing them Together
Who is this hovering seagull? — A man who travels lonely
His memory’s sightings plenty For love to follow orchids
So days Won’t ever wither
Unnoticed by the owner
Sailing ships
Ships are sailing across the sky a blue horizon snaps them in Dolphins are diving side by side from waves of ocean
To its depth
Rainbow is draping mountain and golden sand is nurturing Beaches
Love has been swelling in hearts of men In years to come
Returns Good harvest
A worried lonely frightened bird released to freedom From its cage
Into the night no longer threat when ships
Drop
Anchor in a harbour
Don Quixote
Time casts its verdict on sleeping beneath iron crypts guardians Of elusive honour
Battlefields repent under close scrutiny changing a gruesome Outcome of war
Into flowering beds of meadows
Farewell to my knight says a lady waving again a white handkerchief From the top of medieval tower
The last breed devoted entirely to the magnificence of illusion Awakens at the sound of marching troops
To uphold merits of romance against disreputable mind claiming The value
Of sobriety
As we watch it now an evil hand erects new windmills maiming The landscape to the east of paradise
Where Don Quixote is mounting his horse to defend insanity born Of
Flatlands
A slow decay of leaves
I search the end of autumn a slow decay of leaves My feet
Stumble upon branches of poplar trees Bleeding
From cuts across their veins
White necks of birches lay strewn By an evil hand
Under the caving of a bridge
Trying to enhance my home with late Blooming flowers
I fail To recapture the spirit
Of necessity
River over cataracts cautiously leads me Back to safety
Then vanishes from my sight Meandering
Between obstacles
Who is this man?
Who is this man who blindly follows a narrow trail Among indifferent blades of grass
In search of truth among debris of ages
Who is this man who scatters pebbles under his feet As he leaves behind
A joyful crowd easy to please
Who is this man who reaches down To respectful earth
Lifts a clod of clay to his willing eyes In wonder of its origins
Who is this man on quest to find answers By confronting
His twin image upon surfaces of mirrors Framed in silence
Who is this man naïve in his resolve Praying for a seed of mercy
At the end of own sacrifice
Who is this man who beckons voices Of wilderness to rescue him
From a prison of his own consciousness
Who is this man who has nothing to fear From idols erected at crosswords
Yet he implores an honour of man To give him strength
Over the promise of heaven
Who is this man who knows only The romance of moonlight
Giving rise to ridicule Yet he is present in all of us
To Michael Cloutier
I call it a period engrossed in drama When leaves fall down
Surface deep Golden
Fastened to mysticism by a blood Of your aboriginal ancestors
You were raising a new house Between
Overlapping layers Of retreating autumns
Feeding on strength Of old rituals
To later redeem every misconception Of self
When at the crossing of your exorcist Eyebrows
A nihilistic strain marked Realization
That repetitive sacrifices Meet the fate of mutant forest
Consumed by fire Within
To Ted Harrison
You make us see the sun as bright As your vision
A red ball suspended By the strokes
Of your brush
Small animals Miniature people
Playing at the footsteps Of mountains
Outside air feels like a breeze As if it arrived
All the way from childhood meadows
To
Reach us in adulthood
Autumn decays every colour Spring
Sprouts new foliage Along
Country roads
Forcing its way Across submissive
Line of a horizon
Where to our despair hues perceived Are growing dim
With a distance too vast in front
Storyline
Storyline begins with night expediting mercenaries To spread gospel of elongated Milky Way
Moonlight reflection balances like a precious gem Upon water flow
With a promise of romance
Prayers reach high altitude to burst into fallout Of incomprehensive
Syllables In a mind disheartened by a loss
Someone searching for truth beyond the obvious Has come forward
To denounce the finality of death
Birds respect silence In the summer night’s hideaways
In accordance With rules of season
Bridges overtasked by rush hour traffic rise up Into perfect arcs
As architects allowed
Armed with steel a crane above construction site Mutilates lonely cloud
Travelling low
Sky rests its weight on shoulders of many men Deprived of sleep
Named after Atlas
Fearful stars Halfway down from firmament descend
To scrutinize each corner inhabited by man
Dawn
Breaking away from horizon’s steady line Dawn garnishes treetops
With abundance of light
Rigours of time are well defined by retreating past Each interval exact
However deceitful it might appear to someone Struggling with distance
Birds free of doubt exercise their wings hovering Above grass in search for that exquisite droplet
Of dew
City proud of its origins spills its population Over frontiers of wilderness
Establishing new communities
Only a marginal number of citizens are pacing hallways — Possibly indifferent to new slogans
Or Indifferent to any measure of hope
Cathedral
The one to whom we pray left earth long time ago A man has built cathedrals upon the word remained
No tears, can bring back Eden, no handicraft, nor work An incomplete is all we have inherited
To it on to young
One ploughs towards horizon but falls before he is there How will he get to heaven that’s said to be much further?
Another has departed no longer follows time He sleeps beneath cathedral
So very close to heaven
Seashells
A crushing sound of seashells swept upon a shore So many ways
To be reminded That pain is all around us
Behind an oval window a woman sits alone Skyscrapers line horizon with many oval windows
Between my mirrors squeezed I seldom think of her The frame on every portrait is scratched
Or stained from use — Exposed To wear and tear
A woman sits alone her shout behind my back Her face obscured
By A lonely graphite cloud
Behind an oval window I sit alone with pain
A man in motion
A young man awakens to a morning Summer heat
June fires at blue curtains Embalming his wheelchair with
Silver
Usual morning lapses him by Unnoticed
— He will attend To errands
According to his will
. . . .
He stops at streetlight crossing A tower watch ahead
Vindicates everyone On schedule with their time
Street dazzles with rush hour Traffic
The heat Of summer increases
— He is the only Man in motion
Light changes to green
A wind of June Lifts his legs proclaimed lifeless
He crosses to the other side
Where deer has crowded by a pond
On wings of birds
Blueberry sleeping purple a tide Of colour
Wonder
Sun is shedding promise Where wings of birds
Are shining
And further south of sadness Where days of love
Last longer
Where sky where blue horizon Allow
The many treasures
A man needs In
His travels
— Green trees, a pond, swift rivers A mountain A desert
But quite without a warning life ends its motion Forward
Beyond his destiny’s skyline A man
Has no more Memory
— A life along blue rivers is losing every colour
A view of island of Terra
Sun was gently pleasing my age And
I favoured time
To be an accessory to larger than life Events
When I walked away like a stranger Never
To be reminded
Of a duty to go back and give an Of
A view gained through experience
As often is the case I navigated my life In servitude
Of unfavourable circumstances
Naïve at first of learning qualities Of any experience
Life avails
Even though a desert already painted Its ominous presence
Along my every effort
In my ill-conceived journey Blank pages
Followed my itinerary From
Home to Terra Nova Where
Resting place between splendour of a meadow And a rugged cliff
One day will sum up the will of a stranger
White walls
White walls have written fables the riddles to the readers Grey sky a velvet lining for birds migrating south
A memory’s treasure chest no purpose for its gold Gates often swing in front but never open wide
To walk on childhood meadows
A landscape shapeless mute the islands whisper shout A winding roads converge the past has vista points
A leading star has died swept under rags of physics Its last encrypted glow is travelling to us
In feelings’ eager maize one seeks familiar hand Or searches walls for one of many exit doors
Escape
Desert route takes him out now escaping his loud oppressors Overcoming a storm of yellow wind Jesus
Finds half sunken gate To a valley of lilies
On the evening of the third day
Memory of recent events exploits his willingness To endure more
Than will be testified In years to come
By followers of a lesser heart
Night will dispatch temporary measures Of healing
Upon his wounds
In years to come he will be called upon In hours of need
To rise above our wilderness And
Deliver sermon on behalf of man
Sermon
Waiting for a moment of silence Jesus summons His eloquence In front
Of curiosity seeking crowd
Summer heat intensifies emotions on faces Of onlookers
Eager to applaud Or use derision as a weapon
Of their choice
Wind plays with teacher’s robe Its purple
Improvising reflections of light As His gestures
Announce disagreement With a status quo
Or when he hesitates Between
The choice of words He must
Instantly deliver
Half way through the sermon He Lifts
His eyes to the merciless sun In zenith
And the rest of his words are lost
Amid falling stacks of produce
Noise of cattle
Sold to new owners for the best price offered
As seen in the eyes of sun
You were standing by the window watching night change into day In a sudden surge of a blaze
I did not see your eyes filtered with light By exposure to sun
Blue and white angel told you in well-chosen word Not to step further than always craving for more
Emptiness Spread behind green range of hills
It was summer of June that changed your appearance To a sight of a swift bird
With a gesture of all justifying finality
You were about to leave
The zone of safety attributed to an embrace
Of familiar scene
With a hesitant move forward you came to accept The loss of earth chilly under your feet
With no recourse to your chosen fate I knelt down By the gilded with ornaments gate
Leading back to mornings you alighted with love
Shallow riverbed
Trees are falling recklessly down in time of disillusionment Shallow riverbed is my home where I sleep at night
In the presence of moon
My days belong to shores of beach under shining Attributes of sun
If you visit me I will show you a scar that heals To reopen again
For unknown reasons
Not even Wandering magicians are capable of healing
The infliction with the best quality talismans
I learned the language of fish and tried to understand Why birds perfect their flight
With a licence to hope I prevailed so far In somewhat temporary arrangements
Among shapes of furniture Between hands of strangers
In my possession is a mirror Framed in silver
Left behind in unclaimed debris By someone whose image
It prolongs
A road to nowhere
You followed the road to nowhere To sign
Your presence on the other side Of mountain
A crawling darkness of bush line Behind your steps
Led you far away from every day Matters
You found too difficult to resolve
Strained from pain shoulders Carried you
Only as far as the next stage
Of initiation
Revealing no wisdom To
Overcome suffering
You have taken your possession Leaving
Behind only name In
My memory
And a landscape moulded by your hands Of life
Deprived of a right to once joyful beginnings
A sudden feeling of dismay
All at once even eye-pleasing tree branches become nakedly Prosaic
Birds chant the same longing song as if the monotony Was
A favoured motif of a day
I reach for a mirror but find no solace in tears
Let them leave layers of shadows Around my eyes
But protect smooth surface of glass
Anchored to duties of a day I see life
In gardens return with flowers Of spring
Why not than man who left the earth Comes back
To visit us
Ashes of my bones
I came back from ashes of my bones to watch the river flow Charging forth in front of my eyes
Sprouting branches of trees bend gracious necks Above born again earth feeding hearts in need of beauty
Reality has many gates each one opening a mystery of life To those who are willing to fill the gaps of destiny
Beyond that there is no escape available to humans
Words of wisdom at the time of trial lead us out Of self-imposed prison
Allowing new images proliferate from mind desolated By landmarks of unhappiness
I came back from ashes of my bones only to view
Of a horizon
Drawing its borders above the cross
Laser tips of sunlight
Laser tips of sunlight penetrates grass in its last stages of defence A swirl of dry blades in your arms brings tears to my eyes
We are losing meadow after meadow
Mischievous past slides off the scale held in mind to balance Judgment after judgment
The rest is the fallout of feelings a struggle To an ordinary man
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As we age grass is being polished by autumnal sun Into yellow straw
Its green flesh Slowly eaten away
Along with the memory of the morning dew
Wild cats
The noise of the city subsided a fuel of stars is blazing Young tigers jump out from green darkness
Bracing us with awe
A magician rules over tigers, his hand suspended in air Controls menagerie’s leaps
Nobody cares more for such late entertainment Than
Those deprived of remedy of sleep
After the staged routine Wild cats impose
Last groan
From spinning wheels of moonlight Dive back
Into green darkness of night — And rehearse before next performance
Each stunt the practice perfects To be worthy of an applaud
From An audience awaiting the remedy of dawn
A winter train
A winter train is moving forward Behind each window
Snow
Leafless trees reveal the skyline — A guardian
Of Houses, high-rises, cultivated
Land That leans
Against the speed Of
Railways
Aboard the train — engers view
The journey — The train is moving forward
On every profile shadow Lies
And every profile lies On snow
Eyes of night owls upon us
It’s a hot day in a desert sun has tired by noon Horizon abruptly moved forward smiling at me
Like enigma
You built a new home on a hillside but miles Away from here
Wings on my shoulders weigh heavily A load one must carry alone
Northeast I move every morning then sunset guides me west Somewhat repetitive pattern yet always
A new day ahead
It might be hard to reason why walk and walk with no end When spring is a joyful season a breeze above every field
But let me remind you in desert day in day out one struggles Not to slow down the pace
Along every path chosen manifold dunes arise
Eyes of night owls often intrude upon our sleep Reminding half journey is only half complete
No matter what year it is summer winter or spring
Medusas’ sunset
Tomorrow I must see the morning again Blinded by oncoming tide
Of mind
That resists good news Among the worst of all
Sun slides behind mountain crest Before
Its last glimmer balances On a skyline
Inviting Torments of dusk
Our hands remain on guard on windowsills
Falling into belief
That Grand Master of stage
Resolves Issues to the benefit of all
With an absolute power
Yet as we flip through pages of history We are unable to discern the premonition
That moon A disionate medium
Waits in a pool of silence behind its curtain Of appearance
Willing To depict someone’s worrisome face pretty soon
Horizon
Horizon rests immobile Hiding immense distances from eyes searching
The forbidden Side
Behind the mountain range
Its mystery Revealed step by step as we continue on
With living
Not all who venture outside its territory With a resolve
To penetrate world spread behind Come back
With stories to share
Memory like a river begins somewhere at its source Than flows without a recourse
Rushing through the leaves Of every autumn
Over Sparta dawn is rising
Over Sparta dawn is rising Enemy sightings to the north
Fanfare calls to form phalanges Kneeling archers aim to shoot
Sons and fathers share command Boots are crushing flowery meadow
At the end of daylong battle Death toll has been tallied up
Half a graveyard home to winners Other half is home to foe
Those who carry heaviest shields Are returning with a hero
Every obol weighs the same Standard fee for final age
On this side of river flow Foes and heroes aim to shoot
Boots are crushing flowery meadow Every obol weighs the same
A pilgrim
A pilgrim was praying on steps of cathedral Fog has just lifted revealing its portico
I felt compelled to the stranger When pigeons from square
Somehow alerted soared between us Like feathered cloud
I strained my eyes towards the east Where stream of light
Gained upper hand
And tried to make out its fine Embroidery
When walls of cathedral leaped into sunrise
In all magnificence
Acquired from prayers
I felt a tremor under my feet cathedral Swayed
Like wind-tested poplar And light fell down on praying
Pilgrim A cloud of pigeons descended from east
Currents of despair
If the chartered waters showed all the currents of despair It would be an easy task to manoeuvre between rocks
Shores are kept apart by sea Battered cliffs erode in man
Waves between us long like miles lighthouse keepers Our hope
Now and then halt your steps see how far horizon sits Are you here on time again?
Has each mile Been like a breeze?
Echo left behind
Linear images on walls of caves testify to prehistoric man Contemplating his presence on earth
A brighter galaxy shines over idols and their equals Those who in life receive fragmented paradise
Others below their ranks scavenge mind’s resources For signs
Planted for them at birth
Vaults of catacombs release odour of history To mingle in with aseptic ways
Of modern life
Love upon time’s layers has been a sought after relict Lest one leaves before his heart has been
Marked by reprieve from sin
If it is beauty you behold—deny evidence To contrary
— Many hands are generating the spin Of carousel
A man devises ingenious means To cajole echo
Out from ancient caves and give it a place Among the living
At times A breeze criss-crosses shores and waves of Pacific
Earth’s solid surface
Roots of trees overgrowing ancestors’ graves tie down your feet Not even birds can fly away with eternal wind
Seagulls muse between ground and high-rises before they choose a landing spot As required by prudence
Pretend you see all to be seen without having to penetrate thick walls A day in the Southern Hemisphere must be glorious
North is where we live prone to exotic delusions
A beam of light pries doors of towers open dawn spills its cargo Helping a man
To attend to his choruses
Around anchored ships empty shells brandish elongated shoreline And
There is no way of knowing Why all who once regained the beauty of earth
Left behind tears upon its surface
A prayer
Sky was clear the other day and my heart was free of doubt Is it hope? that makes me see more than it’s promised by an eyesight?
Or the fate is guiding me over dunes of self-deception
Birds around us praise the world men are busy with their work Shortest day seems like a prayer for the longest night to follow
And deception takes us over
Fog in the city
Fog in the city lingering doubt — A shroud of mist From steel to glass
Footsteps Are echoed by heaving sidewalks
Streets are filling up With crowd
Confusion sets in every mind
Who knows where city starts or ends? Who is in charge? Who left the ranks?
Who was a hero?
Who missed the news?
Who still retains a sense of purpose? Who is now hiding behind fear?
Crowd is growing streets narrow down Each face resembles a face beside
Maize of city thick with fog A foaming ocean on all its sides
Trans-bridges
A horse galloping away from precincts of town toward open plain Has been domesticated
Renegade pavements escape into smudges of darkness with a touch Of light from after-Christmas angel
Tongues of earth taste delta mouth deposits
Five fires are blazing consuming straws of human suffering A linear depiction of universe simplifies the phantom of eternity
Over time knowledge follows a clockwise path of healing Availing solutions after many unsuccessful trials
Futuristic plans establish our presence in a milky matter of universe Opening a age to trans-bridges
Chapter II WINGS OF CUPID
Wings of cupid
Den of night so cold so shallow Have I lost the sight of moon?
Tired dancers left the stage Without waiting for applause
Railways meet to part on schedule No more waiting but today
Once I the mountain ranges I will send a glossy postcard
I have many noble chores To reward the time on hand
Why then wings of cupid shiver As if landing on my heart?
An ancient temple
In modern times—a temple, old clock is winding hours A thought without a name yet like seagull rests
To travel before the day is over
The eyes of early morning within the frame of skylight Where drops of rain and thunder come down
From wounded voices
I trace the frills of silence to lightning’s inner circle
Flame Loose on wall of temple
Its tongue upon love webbings
The sun a snake from Eden
Away from peering eyes the lovers’ hidden nest On trees below the skyline the owls rest asleep
Far into motion habit the clock tunes both its arms To bring about the noon each moment careful step
The sun a snake from Eden is leaning heavily now Against its double image upon the naked skins
A cloud drops down a puff to cover arms entwined The wind an aphrodisiac exhales an ocean breeze
Wild geese
You feel the chill of morning fresh air upon your lungs Behind your mind’s exterior a brush is painting scene
By pond a hunter musing wild geese in flight above Against the depth of mirrors the past reveals at once
A flower torn from stem will journey far with wind The end of love prolongs the longest day of year
An evening’s moment generous I follow stirring sound Wild geese above the meadow are traversing the sky
An invitation
Come to me before midnight when night sits quietly Above horizon
Come to me at dawn hour when song of birds Affirms our willingness
Come to me at noontime to witness wandering sun In zenith
Come to me in the evening we will listen To piano concertos
Love temptations
There is love invoked by always present glamour Of sky
There is love of flowers at the end of season When
They bend gracefully exhibiting a full bloom Prolonging their departure
There is love for playful snowman That relieves pain
In time of disappointments
There is a comion for someone Who
Fell into arms of love temptations
Desert love
You don’t travel the expanse of desert with me anymore But try not to relinquish every ritual
I’m on my route urging me to move forward by day Returning at night to the well of waiting
A willing mouth of oasis deprives me not Of greenery water or sleep
I walk miles before I succumb to a phantom Of a desert in a state of permanent confusion
At noon devil rests its hand upon my forehead In a gesture of agreement
Pulsating blade of light blinded my searching eyes Now I became one of the sun’s most dutiful daughters
Maybe you disdain cravings for sensual giveaways Known to arid place
My need of love awakens near shallow breathing Of dunes
In a state of utter neglect
If you wish
If you wish we could sit on a nearby meadow Just you and me
Among noisy crows and fighting sparrows
If you wish we could start a debate Just you and me
Over fallen leaf conclusion
If you wish we could follow seldom travelled road Just you and me
Until speed becomes the only interference
Walk along the beach
Redeemed by early September our steps collect silence As we walk side by side
Word betray hastiness in their eagerness To verbalize what feelings
Are delivering with candor
I elect to remain out of your reach Caressing blue outline of ocean
Find me by means of metaphors In dreams
No angel is able to deliver
Extraordinary veins in you Try to inflict
Future upon fine grains of sand Where
Love is the only sighting To be found
Airport Bus
This golden fall arrived suspicious unannounced Airport Bus departed
At 3: 47 From 22nd Station
An afternoon illusion upon your face in shadows A zest of a matador around your chin in mirror
Clouds wander off to edges
— A sacrificed horizon No longer in command over our destiny
Your hands on steer wheels circle stay clear of open danger The gates to chance are widening
You plunge upon my senses the surface of cold water
That lifts the numbness from me
Speed travels seconds, minutes Perpetuating movement
Your eyes behind dark glasses have distance held in balance
And unbeknown to others along the path of driving From sleep awaken lizards suspend their necks so slender
To steal momentum from us with hiss of disapproval While
Hasty autumn paints New colours over leaves
Long after the Marine Drive is our daily trip
Long weekend in Seattle
Sunset right behind you In front your steps
Are aimless
Evening just about a struggle With a daylight
From high-rise silver awning Grey pigeon dives to lamppost
A flicker
Of a shadow crossed path With
Crowd On sidewalk
Above A seagull’s mourning
The news is spreading Fast
An islet ocean garnished Has
Vanished with the past
Long weekend in Seattle Sunset
Just behind The lover that arrived
In front of lover’s mind Who
Didn’t make on time
To slowly vanish
Fountain of love’s sweet water we toast To open
A age through clearing ahead
The sky is constant sharing with us Birds that ensue
With voices of choir
Design is careful just watch every step The wind is blowing
In love we prevail
Autumns are ing as if by rite In winter chill
Who holds my hand?
All sounds of life reduced To whisper
Followed by silence That matches promise
At every road at junctions apart And into daylight
The heights of night We vanish
Slowly the longer in hearts
Heart of fire
If you find me In
A tall grass among blades of rye Poppy flowers all by chance
I’ll give you my heart
With wreaths of flowers poppy flowers Blades of rye
In a tall grass
Where Blades of rye poppy flowers
Under fire
Are brooding Over life
With hearts on fire Blades
Of rye Flames of grass
Longest hallway
Between us longest hallway each step I take is measured My eyes upon the cactus from roots to ceiling rising
On edges of the table the shapes in glass are trembling A royal camel leads me beyond the known parameters
You captured my desires where love of dunes inhabits And into an oasis where desert holds a promise
I meet the eyes of owl my wisdom has been questioned My heart of simple yearnings is not an equal partner
A corner window opens to narrow tongue of delta I you by with heartbeat without design or purpose
From heights of high-rise pasture and into void of hunting I slip where cactus piercing where camel left behind me
Golden plate
Forever love is love of dream
Your love is all My
Heart desire
But all I really dream of Is
A golden plate a golden fork In a golden cage
A nightingale
A golden dress with golden Frizz
A golden fish In
A golden tank
A golden tree With golden
Leaves
A golden cup To drink
A tea
Without a risk of falling down Into
An ancient golden Trick
White shades of love
Behind the high-rise towers a shadow see Me through
The sunshine has been painting white feathers Over
Sky dome
White walls I cross each morning white walls I hide
Behind
Where snow within us sparks Like
Mind in fever rush
The southern desert hot Horizon
White in north
A brush creates a landscape Framed
By a winter cold
White pastures cover slopes Death
Sleeps below in valley
A silver cross above As if
Talisman worn
FDn’t send me postcards from Europe
On the other side of ocean waves are touching your feet Fragile memory between us don’t break the porcelain shell
Don’t send me postcards from Europe — It’s easy to struggle with wind endure The poetry of living
When all has been done in good manner According to one’s will
Not easy to struggle with feelings that thin away from use Don’t send me postcards from Europe
— Where earth is showing off spring
To add a new word between us you easily wade upon water I have to conquer a distance with every postcard from Europe
A garden of apes
A garden of apes is quiet now off-season
Seclusion upon breeze moon gently slides Its hand
Each blade of leaves is visible
I left the place behind enriched with spoils of love A distant star is shining with tears
It has collected
Engrossed in past reflections The sensual
Exertions Provoke a strike of lightning
Once more At our portraits
Glazed in the heat of ion Love is panhandler’s copper
Appraised by coin collectors But
Useless in the garden Where
Apes keep all the findings
Royal Oak the Station
At noon we have departed from Royal Oak the Station Railroad has been cutting through crest on the horizon
A casting scent of jasmine the fastest travelling windows A rattling sound of iron the napping doves are startled
Set free from safety embrace we spin till nightfall hours Until the breathless chestnuts announce the reign of autumn
We left all fears behind us awaiting destiny’s outcome When neon flushed arrival at Royal Oak the Station
Home of melancholy
Rain stimulated by your alter ego falls down long Into evening hours
I see a mist in front of an island carved out Like a small toy by its crafty design
You are trying to rescue me from unyielding cravings Of my need to travel to the other shore
Cater to my temporary absence of mind With fragile words
Only age has permission to use
Lead me above steep walls all the way To the breathing space
Of the highest cliff
Until I find a place for treasures Scattered upon the surface
Of earth
In a true home of melancholy Where every season roses are blooming
With the same benevolent intention
On ancient agorae
Rain emulates your sensuality as it gains velocity
Hear a calling of my footprints coming From a square of ancient agorae
Let us unearth suffering and longing of ages Among a pile of rubble
Where shells of broken vases extend ceramic necks Back to vapours of earth
To overcome inherent weaknesses we must Pay homage to an old illusion
That silence of gods permits our conquests
Because life will not flourish by itself Lest we sanctify
Its many benefits
Pray with me for permanence of white marble stones At times
When only iron strong enough to our love Is destined to outlast our sadness
Echo travelling the valleys
Echo travelling the valleys—birds announced versed in sonnets Lightning snips throughout desires lit by flames—a source of fire
Days of love swift chariots’ hastiness over loneliness soar away Alleys feathered by the seagulls paint the frescoes over yearning
Sunlight dashes earthbound driven to your eyes does the service And you know that out of nowhere in a memory we have met
A pledge to Ariadne
For safe return from labyrinth I have your thread of love
Our fate tied to Minotaur Availed the only
Choice To challenge dreadful beast
— But first I had good luck Of Being In your presence
xxxxx
Await me at the bay Where
Island takes steep shape
My ship will anchor there Waiting
In disguise
And love My heart has nourished
Since time I had a chance To see you eye to eye
Will strengthen the mariner’s Skills
I gained Through years of sailing
If wind permits escape
And
Stars of night will show No longer than in three days’ voyage
We will arrive at home of mine Among the free Athenians
Horizon is lining for evenings
Sunset half fallen behind ocean I stroll a trail unpaved Horizon is lining for evening, evening receding to dusk
You time in sainthood its layers upon your mind As if betrothed to white angels your duties set in stones
Along an elbowed river the rules you set affirm That love is a continuum
ed on from man to man
I just thought
For some reason I just thought you might meet me by the ocean Beach was empty now off-season
Lonely seagull crossed my path to its grievance I was listening Once or twice I heard your name
Sky was clear without a worry sun had golden braids and curls Falling gently down on sand
To the north stood peaceful mountains as I strolled without an aim Ocean waves run towards shoreline arctic wind upon their backs
You were nowhere to be found for a moment I just thought That in winter ocean floor may indeed be warm and dry
Tropical ports oriental fabrics
Rain removes weariness from my eyes Evenings are preludes
To storytelling
Your gifted mind unravels time in harmony With speech
Tales of white sailing ships drifting along eastern winds Desert fever imable roads
Tropical ports oriental fabrics exotic scents
Days of longing Suspended in silence between words
Like a deliverance from a sin of love
On my dresser
On my dresser autumn leaves chestnuts pebbles rosy petals Necklace with a broken chain but my heart is still in need
Winter longing in the mirror polished to reveal the truth Who is standing right behind me?
Ah, it is shadow split in half
Early cold is my companion morning frost has painted grass I am loosing trail in forest coming close to hunter’s aim
Travel lonesome travel far
Sunset wearing cardinal purple as if seeking an attention Flock of birds in its folds travel lonesome travel far
I will reason with my mind
Frosted lips branching trees winter palace stormy ice If you see the path in front travel lonesome travel far
I will reason with my heart
Days are short above Pacific winter chill is in the air Think of me in distant land travel lonesome travel far
Fill my days with gift of longing
Room 223
At Miller’s Pond Room 223 curtains are drawn moon upon pillow Relaxes its smile
It’s still too early to show its face
Lovers whose nights are long silver polished also know Room 223 A glass of wine sits on the table flowers cast shadows scented magnolias
By water stand rimmed with gold animals gather quenching thirst Oriental rugs hide the floor from the ceiling quick Orion dives
A shout of victory loud and clear is heard all over from lips of the Greek Visitors know not all ends well
The one who perished will be ed then life will go on usual You wait for me I wait for you at Miller’s Pond Room 223
Without love
Wind in willows slowly dies dawn alighted sky with flame Morning calm is mixed with echo broken up
By early sounds
Angels worship rising sun man has mastered an allegro On your watch it shows that time
Bit-by-bit is moving forward
Summer stretches every limit winter slows the pace of life Who would think that without love
Days and nights are equally short?
Thousand days
Thousand days have ed me by do I know you better now? Have I seen you in my mirror at least once in thousand nights?
We both travel deserts rivers loose trail as we go
Snow cupped peaks divide the sky into two unchartered regions One for mind’s sombre thoughts
Other slips from wings of birds Thousand days marked their time so short distance vast
Water escapes
An evening grey behind windowless wall magnifies the longing River re you fondly but all it does is flowing forth
With bravado Towards self-annihilation
On the outskirts of city feelings of erosion are tresing horizon A casual hand of god spilling rain on pavements
Pedestrians Fortified behind anonymous face of a collective agreement
Your shadow enlarged to the north upon rosary highways Over streetlight haze along travel bound bridges
Is shaping my nostalgia On my lips a taste of water that escaped the confines of delta
Chapter III A CAROUSEL
Blue horses
Grazing blue horses I saw in a dream A strand of moonlight
Tied around hoofs
I held my breath behind Closed
Eyes
Not one of the horses escapes me Now
Morning squeezed in through Many
Cracks
Horses are grazing On
Blades of grass But not the blue horses I saw in my dream
Between horizon low and high Amidst bright meadows
A town I visit
Carousel spins a joy to watch Blue horses gallop around around
Mountain range summits rising
Mountain range has summits rising from the bedrock to blue sky High sea rages from its bottom silence sleeps on lips of waves
Violent waters are subsiding crafted vessels leave the port Longing
For a mind at peace ends the toil of day for man
Childhood memory
In my childhood memory I see a nest of stark family On a tall red chimney
Under eye eluding sky hanging low in autumn I hear insatiable yearnings of a working sawmill
Overwhelmed with sensation I step on a thin ice Over a small creek in a heart of village
Invisible in a mounting heat of summer I cross meadows frequented by wild rabbits and elks
A new day begins at dawn
A new day begins at dawn pregnant with good news For many
Who had patience to wait that long
Shouldered by the rim of horizon doves spread out Nimble wings
In readiness for the first flight
Awaken from a sleep you are back Under the command of mind
Scrupulously measuring time allotted To you by Moira
By the force of will your eyes feed on a morning light For the right to once again perceive beauty
Earth slowly reveals its shape widening the scope Of its labour
Snowfall
Snowfall hesitate a clavichord note If only town is asleep
In daylight it opens pantomime Of eyes blinding fantasy
Originated in celestial abodes It knows no human joy or grievance
Distant and properly detached It allows no regrets
But Feeds the minds weakened
By adversity And those
Restored to peace already
Sailing forth in a wake of our needs We are safe
To beckon its harmony
Blue River
Blue River travels solo pebbles by its yellow shores
Lips to lips Enchanted ocean with the sunset soul mate speaks
Down on yard Befalls the longing fragrance of the love one had
Searching ashes distant memories
Grains Of truth against each lie
By the shadows’ rules Blue River Many grasp precious time
Evening leisure Ends the waiting for the evening ing by
Time
Sun left the scene autumnal branches grasp each other Unable to discern night
From dark prehistoric premonitions
Clouds Swelled to the west to further obscure horizon
A day seldom es by without surveying mirrors For a sign that years slowly adding up
Match our experience
Time is always prompt never in a state of chaos Clock has proven as reliable as a man whose
Aim is to read the meaning of its age
Multitude of stars burn out the reservoir of fuel As they lit our path and that of universe
Together we are aging In a motion imperceptible to the naked eye
No cause for immediate fear
The landscape plentifully rich
Seagulls hover near bay windows before forcing their way Through
A slit between high rises
I am trying to grasp phantom of unsettled ocean Bouncing its waves between shorelines
Of distant continents
Immerse myself in spattering under my feet Grains of sand brought ashore
By many water retreats
Sunlight forces elongated shadows out of wooden logs Emanating peace of someone who reached
A final repose
Summer heat devours sky at noon as if it was Its last appearance
Then drops down on every inch Of unsuspecting earth
Mountain peaks spilling over horizon Seem within reach
To my gullible mind As if
The landscape hasn’t already been plentifully rich
Reign of autumn
Wind is brushing off the mountains autumn’s always loyal helper Every colour has been showcased every leaf ed for
Raindrops tiptoe while we sleep fog converges with horizon Railroads rust in open field apples harvested from orchards
Ephemeral dreams are back thoughts by shoreline are becoming Pennies worn from touch are spent teacups chipped in use again
Sun is gently warming up to remove the chill of mornings Man is polishing his longing same as solid gold and brass
Weeping willow
I sat on a bench above my head a willow wept like an orphaned child Its sorrow scattered through every branch
Maybe it was a song of wind a leaf fell down transparent autumn Ending its duty for the year
I went on my knees I prayed for autumn I prayed for the tree I prayed for those who journey far
To places Out of any man’s reach
Clouds on the sky folded away revealing blue in every colour Hunched over willow let go its grief
To cast a long Century old shadow
Sunrise glow
A pilgrim was praying on steps of cathedral Fog has just lifted revealing its portico
I felt compelled to the stranger But pigeons from square
Somehow alerted
Soared between us like feathered cloud Preventing me from acting on impulse
I strained my eyes towards the east Where stream of light
Gained Upper hand
And tried to make out its fine embroidery
When walls of cathedral leaped into sunrise In all magnificence bestowed
By Prayers
I felt tremor under my feet
Cathedral swayed Like wind-tested
Poplar
And light fell down on praying pilgrim A flock of pigeons returned
To square
Not a blemish upon mirror
Journey takes you miles from home not a blemish upon mirror All around you in full turn buds of spring are soon be flowers
Mountain range is in a fever sun is glazing stately peaks Wind is blowing sky is clear melting snow runs into creek
Useful water follows cracks healing scars the sun afflicted On your porch owl sleeps home is where the river flows
Black Panther
I raise my eyes ominous clouds no promise exchanged Between me and the moon
I dream black panther is crossing my path Far from the wilderness its longing fresh
In forest clearings white meadows stretch We leave each other tracks in the snow
The hunt is on stirring the night with little hope And so much fear
I raise my eyes ominous clouds I have no witness To final outcome
In best of faith I reason now We were both hunters and hunted down
On guard of gothic
Evening celebrates fanciful forms of entertainment Candid night
Brings back time held In clepsydrae
I’m sleepwalking on grounds of 12th century Castle
In time to witness armoured knights Perform
Duties scheduled by their masters
Despite death certificates kept Within
Secret halls of archives
They do not sleep idly beneath Heavy
Layer Of tombs
Left without grandeur of cause
From shadows nestled in medieval stones They walk in groups of seven
Convinced
By late hours’ calling Of need
To stand on guard of Gothic
Ulysses comes home
Ulysses fought many battles in a foreign war Holding on to victories as
A fact of his manhood
He worked as a salesman at Goodwill Co. Travelling between small towns
Of Orange County Selling small gadgets to homeowners
It was then he learned nuances of desire To sell and to posses
And the price he was willing to pay For that lesson
He worked as a bartender in a nightclub
Called StarAlley in Memphis
Liverpool And Hong Kong
Always keen to spot a lonely woman Sitting alone amid a happy crowd
Her eyes Betraying an inconsolable loss
Or a trail of loneliness
He delivered pizza in New York Appreciating
Small tips for his service
He drove a bus in the streets of San Francisco Where he experienced a brief attachment
To streets of a large city
When he came back to Suzanne They sat at the table
Set for two She opened Campbell’s tomato soup
Three Magi
With arid air sustaining everlasting love of desert Three Magi are well advanced in their journey
Gifts they have chosen in agreement with wisdom Lay well protected under wraps of silk and wool
Their eyes slightly raised above never tired camels See truth as a diversified form of life in continuum
Behind light swirl of sand horizon moves forward Steadily escaping into the mouth of open space
Distances by now became a matter of free assumptions Nobody tries to arrive at conclusive estimates of reality
Long silences are filled with soul searching finality On of images they are willing to unravel
Not knowing how long it takes to fulfil one’s destiny They are heading for white walls enslaved by sunlight
On the way to the altar
Days of joy swept under noncompliant hold of melancholy An esoteric aroma of exotic flowers provokes an obligation
Not to underestimate our own defencelessness
Grateful for word we dissect stories into fragments Easy to comprehend
In hope there is a light between truth and peril
Holding on to steady hands of angels we visit altars Set up on the outskirts of city inflamed by prayers
Where a rising hand of God at contains The wrath of elements
Sunset away
Autumn advances changing each leaf Time es by at seasonal pace
Moon on a sidewalk a silver treasure True lovers have to hold on to something
We dance in ballroom we wade on water To music
Masters lay down as gift
Autumn restricts our field of vision Horizon
Home to dark heavy clouds
Sunset away Rain
Is falling
Dancing on rooftops Wading
Through the air
Even in heaven not all is well
Don’t try to match angels’ tears even in heaven not all is well When dawn is falling at your feet
Attend to duties set for you
Search ancient caves for a drop of rain, abandoned mines For a diamond light
Walk in the vineyards where grapes are ripe Spill wine to welcome bountiful harvest
If down in valley is your home come out To check a mountain peak
Maybe right there for no good reason Sun is held hostage to a wandering cloud
January trip
Frost is biting naked braches has winter any foes? We rush like gusts of wind snow shines within us white
The southern sky has cleared the road in front is paved Inviting to embark on January trip
The rest of us will stay in city built on hills To play to work to die
Inside A winter palace
A map of life
Growing and receding pain runs feverishly across a map Of mind like a river
Unable to reverse once established course
Dreams postponed for any reason Gain on importance
With age of time
Inspiring new attempts At
Hidden enclaves of life Resourceful
To all the seekers
Enhanced by continuous effort endeavours of day Stand out
In a complacent ocean of mediocre preoccupations Giving rise to new hope
As it emerges from islands Of endurance
Sailor of night
Craving the beauty of stars I am a sailor of night Steering along unknown archipelagos
Silver blue seagulls break silence with a sound of warning Accustomed only to a sight of friendly angels
In a distance a stream of fast moving cars hijacked By the will of carefree drivers
Speeds straight into the space precipice
Above a face of moon displaying its imprisoned smile Navigates a lantern like a lighthouse keeper
Veteran of solitude
A newly acquired feeling of freedom helps me manoeuvre With ease
Among emerging phantoms of atolls
My goal is to reach majestic group of icebergs Where the last port
Is home to all voyagers
Behind mountain range
Ocean swallows live octopuses Shoreline home to broken shells
Moonlight Flushed like golden ring
Act of loving Shades of moonlight
Lightning Strikes at mountain peaks
Crayons into colours split
Storm is voicing strong desires Blessed are gods on our side
Grievance magnifies a sorrow
Down in canyon angels sing
Every song sounds so familiar As if man himself has written
Afternoon light
A willow weeps its grievance new but feelings old
Revealing matters known to the forest And those kept hidden
Deep among roots twisted and twined As if they
Came
From very heart of the weeping willow
Irresolute traveller lost in his way leans against Suffering tree
Its song abruptly ending in silence his presence Maybe healing the wound
But sorrow lingers in autumnal air
He takes a view of sky above Where afternoon light permeates stately boughs
To paint it as if stain glass cathedral
In colours led by autumn in reign Bronze gold and yellow between the red
The very moment of a wanderlust earth Stumbled upon by irresolute traveller
A view
Called upon by voices of white minarets seagulls hover for awhile Above the bay
Before taking on the challenge of a long flight
Blue tide rescued from shore bracelet surges high on its way To
Palm islands Where
Noon is the longest lapse of time
Anchored in a shallow cradle of water a yellow reddish ship Rolls with abandon from side to side
Its flag rested at half mast
Sailors on leave from duties tune their steps to the sounds Of
Downtown Adding a new link to the soul chained to landmarks of earth
Usurpers of debris stroll along the beaches Connecting spiral eardrums
Of Shells
Back with a steady murmur of sea bottom
A small airplane spins with a hum as it takes off To
Fly away Over the garland of icebergs
Autumn shadows
Autumn in deep sorrow it has collected last leaf Gardens are now abandoned nightingales
Quietly left
Sun hardly aims at zenith in darkness curtains are drawn Seagulls betroth the horizon to follow warmer path
Where under command of sunshine New days unfold with hope
The end of year approaching Gains and losses will balance
A man Leans from sadness back to a new joy
Claiming good share in fortune
When autumn light in orchards
Reveals blue sky again
Orion
He reads wilderness like an ancient scroll Each letter mastered
With his hunter’s instinct
Squirrel alerted to his presence sends Shivers along the spine of spruce
The sound of deer echoes back The memory of the past
Filling it with scents only mind longing To be human again
Inhales longer than it lasts
Autumn in senseless pursuit of colour Rustles under the feet
Reclaiming hunting grounds
Narrow age of light between treelines Leads him out of woods
Where bickering geese stroll at the pond
Evaluating peaceful scene Orion’s arrow quickly reaches its target
Voices of wildlife unite in fear To announce the intruder’s exploit
Orion A hunter in universe
Soon will revisit Earth no doubt Every trophy to his name
Allows his fame to flourish
Beyond
The reign of ages
Summer day
Aiming at distances high-rises command an unobstructed view Of
Mountain range More than a age from street to sidewalk
Ocean feeds on sand glossing over shores complacently quiet Implying reason in beauty
At leisure
Green boudoir of leaves is sheltering summer Its return
Affirmed by believers and birds
Sun endures morning climb Towards noon
Well in command of our daylight
Seagull hovers absentmindedly above water ripples Inventing
Exotic islands with a flap of its wings
A carousel
Carousel spins around around Between horizon low
And high
Weight of night from my sleep Has been lifted up
By moonlight
Wind sways branches like crescendo Birds vivacious dogs
Are watchful
Tearful windows night resigned High on skyline mountain
Man and seagull are alike Crying prelude to the night
Autumn ed me by this year Like a vintage toy unnoticed
All colours have faded away And now they are out
Of my reach
What I hear is song of wind Song of echo trapped
In canyon
Into port wood is drifting Steered to life by river’s
Flow
Wading upon mindless lake Water lily leads me on
It’s a rainy autumn day Leaves
Are losing sunlight flesh
Fog snuggles up in orchard’s womb Its weightless spoil tucked
Under trees
Waves between us long like miles Miles between us waves away
Empty dusty country road No one visits
But the stars
Waves retrieve songs of rivers Ocean spill enriches shores
Fog retreats revealing path Moisture tantalizes lips
The sky has dawned marvel A trip
Where sail is waiting there Is the wind
Within our windows exotic Flowers
On waves we travel to same Horizons
An entry to port the longing Of sailors
On swamps of Eden wandering Soul mates
Grass showing off its painted blades Brush touches canvas
Blue sky is born
Contours of night upon white walls Eyelids fall inviting darkness
Meadows flower without reason Sadness privilege of my heart
Love gives back all we hope for Be it real or be it hearsay
Snow is glazing mountain Frosted veins in every creek
Where trees are fewer eyes see horizon
Birds into quiet stretch wings in effort
Landscapers toil the soil of earth Time has been scheduled
A concrete chiselled
Longitudes sail in afternoon silence Flowers emerge from seeds
We planted
Sun creases bright over horizon Prayers delivered for all
Who prayed for
An evening terrace filled With dusk
Night swallows shadows
One by one
Memory traces much in vein Point by point
On distance chart
In a somewhat casual way Past outpaces
All tomorrows
Path of north upon green moss On my pillow shadow
Sleeps
End of love a year of autumn Memory loses leaf by leaf
Day by day death takes a toll
Loneliness matches loss
By loss
Born in darkness stars we see Stars explode darkness falls
Clouds descend on ocean waves Seagull reached the crane in port
Chill from open window enters On your forehead lover`s hand
Carousel spins a joy to watch Between horizon high and low
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Contents
Chapter I THE JACOB’S CRUSADE
The rain upon stairways
Tired Hands
Orchid on a dresser
Sailing ships
Don Quixote
A slow decay of leaves
Who is this man?
To Michael Cloutier
To Ted Harrison
Storyline
Dawn
Cathedral
Seashells
A man in motion
On wings of birds
A view of island of Terra
White walls
Escape
Sermon
As seen in the eyes of sun
Shallow riverbed
A road to nowhere
A sudden feeling of dismay
Ashes of my bones
Laser tips of sunlight
Wild cats
A winter train
Eyes of night owls upon us
Medusas’ sunset
Horizon
Over Sparta dawn is rising
A pilgrim
Currents of despair
Echo left behind
Earth’s solid surface
A prayer
Fog in the city
Trans-bridges
Chapter II
WINGS OF CUPID
Wings of cupid
An ancient temple
The sun a snake from Eden
Wild geese
An invitation
Love temptations
Desert love
If you wish
Walk along the beach
Airport Bus
Long weekend in Seattle
To slowly vanish
Heart of fire
Longest hallway
Golden plate
White shades of love
FDn’t send me postcards from Europe
A garden of apes
Royal Oak the Station
Home of melancholy
On ancient agorae
Echo travelling the valleys
A pledge to Ariadne
Horizon is lining for evenings
I just thought
Tropical ports oriental fabrics
On my dresser
Travel lonesome travel far
Room 223
Without love
Thousand days
Water escapes
Chapter III A CAROUSEL
Blue horses
Mountain range summits rising
Childhood memory
A new day begins at dawn
Snowfall
Blue River
Time
The landscape plentifully rich
Reign of autumn
Weeping willow
Sunrise glow
Not a blemish upon mirror
Black Panther
On guard of gothic
Ulysses comes home
Three Magi
On the way to the altar
Sunset away
Even in heaven not all is well
January trip
A map of life
Sailor of night
Behind mountain range
Afternoon light
A view
Autumn shadows
Orion
Summer day
A carousel
Chapter I THE JACOB’S CRUSADE
The rain upon stairways
Volcanoes erupted to settle the score Blue dust betrays the strength
Of elements
In front of heaven gates are back Sky greyed like pavement
Above the craters
Rain upon stairways swallows blue dust Slippery climbing
Each step a man makes
Time wheels to a stop time’s seen disarray Monuments crumble
New monuments Raised
A man is more stubborn Than
Stones he erects
Rain upon stairways swallows blue dust Slippery climbing each step
A man makes
Volcanoes erupted blue dust is down In sleepless town
A cry fights off The first of fears
— The fear of unknown
A newborn begins its Jacob’s crusade
Tired Hands
Tired hands will not submerge In goodness
Of sunshine
They kneaded bread Carried basket filled
With blooming flowers
Chopped trees built houses Polished
Silver Bronze doorknobs
Weeded gardens Removed
Litter
Lifted boxes moved Cargo
Tired hands have scratches Swollen veins
Bruises mapping The hands
That dug into corridors of arctic mines Excavated
Clods of salt from inhospitable pit Calmed
Angry wood copper and stone
Orchid on a dresser
Summer window stretches along the arc of rainbow Scented orchid blooming a dresser beauty owner
Wooden cross in church has altar half divided Where love is a communion despair a prayers’
Lament
The sky outside my vision has strained the skin In effort
To have arrived at promise to those who reached Horizon
In moonlight Christian credo Forgives
To be forgiven
The many steps to heaven is climbing them Together
Who is this hovering seagull? — A man who travels lonely
His memory’s sightings plenty For love to follow orchids
So days Won’t ever wither
Unnoticed by the owner
Sailing ships
Ships are sailing across the sky a blue horizon snaps them in Dolphins are diving side by side from waves of ocean
To its depth
Rainbow is draping mountain and golden sand is nurturing Beaches
Love has been swelling in hearts of men In years to come
Returns Good harvest
A worried lonely frightened bird released to freedom From its cage
Into the night no longer threat when ships
Drop
Anchor in a harbour
Don Quixote
Time casts its verdict on sleeping beneath iron crypts guardians Of elusive honour
Battlefields repent under close scrutiny changing a gruesome Outcome of war
Into flowering beds of meadows
Farewell to my knight says a lady waving again a white handkerchief From the top of medieval tower
The last breed devoted entirely to the magnificence of illusion Awakens at the sound of marching troops
To uphold merits of romance against disreputable mind claiming The value
Of sobriety
As we watch it now an evil hand erects new windmills maiming The landscape to the east of paradise
Where Don Quixote is mounting his horse to defend insanity born Of
Flatlands
A slow decay of leaves
I search the end of autumn a slow decay of leaves My feet
Stumble upon branches of poplar trees Bleeding
From cuts across their veins
White necks of birches lay strewn By an evil hand
Under the caving of a bridge
Trying to enhance my home with late Blooming flowers
I fail To recapture the spirit
Of necessity
River over cataracts cautiously leads me Back to safety
Then vanishes from my sight Meandering
Between obstacles
Who is this man?
Who is this man who blindly follows a narrow trail Among indifferent blades of grass
In search of truth among debris of ages
Who is this man who scatters pebbles under his feet As he leaves behind
A joyful crowd easy to please
Who is this man who reaches down To respectful earth
Lifts a clod of clay to his willing eyes In wonder of its origins
Who is this man on quest to find answers By confronting
His twin image upon surfaces of mirrors Framed in silence
Who is this man naïve in his resolve Praying for a seed of mercy
At the end of own sacrifice
Who is this man who beckons voices Of wilderness to rescue him
From a prison of his own consciousness
Who is this man who has nothing to fear From idols erected at crosswords
Yet he implores an honour of man To give him strength
Over the promise of heaven
Who is this man who knows only The romance of moonlight
Giving rise to ridicule Yet he is present in all of us
To Michael Cloutier
I call it a period engrossed in drama When leaves fall down
Surface deep Golden
Fastened to mysticism by a blood Of your aboriginal ancestors
You were raising a new house Between
Overlapping layers Of retreating autumns
Feeding on strength Of old rituals
To later redeem every misconception Of self
When at the crossing of your exorcist Eyebrows
A nihilistic strain marked Realization
That repetitive sacrifices Meet the fate of mutant forest
Consumed by fire Within
To Ted Harrison
You make us see the sun as bright As your vision
A red ball suspended By the strokes
Of your brush
Small animals Miniature people
Playing at the footsteps Of mountains
Outside air feels like a breeze As if it arrived
All the way from childhood meadows
To
Reach us in adulthood
Autumn decays every colour Spring
Sprouts new foliage Along
Country roads
Forcing its way Across submissive
Line of a horizon
Where to our despair hues perceived Are growing dim
With a distance too vast in front
Storyline
Storyline begins with night expediting mercenaries To spread gospel of elongated Milky Way
Moonlight reflection balances like a precious gem Upon water flow
With a promise of romance
Prayers reach high altitude to burst into fallout Of incomprehensive
Syllables In a mind disheartened by a loss
Someone searching for truth beyond the obvious Has come forward
To denounce the finality of death
Birds respect silence In the summer night’s hideaways
In accordance With rules of season
Bridges overtasked by rush hour traffic rise up Into perfect arcs
As architects allowed
Armed with steel a crane above construction site Mutilates lonely cloud
Travelling low
Sky rests its weight on shoulders of many men Deprived of sleep
Named after Atlas
Fearful stars Halfway down from firmament descend
To scrutinize each corner inhabited by man
Dawn
Breaking away from horizon’s steady line Dawn garnishes treetops
With abundance of light
Rigours of time are well defined by retreating past Each interval exact
However deceitful it might appear to someone Struggling with distance
Birds free of doubt exercise their wings hovering Above grass in search for that exquisite droplet
Of dew
City proud of its origins spills its population Over frontiers of wilderness
Establishing new communities
Only a marginal number of citizens are pacing hallways — Possibly indifferent to new slogans
Or Indifferent to any measure of hope
Cathedral
The one to whom we pray left earth long time ago A man has built cathedrals upon the word remained
No tears, can bring back Eden, no handicraft, nor work An incomplete is all we have inherited
To it on to young
One ploughs towards horizon but falls before he is there How will he get to heaven that’s said to be much further?
Another has departed no longer follows time He sleeps beneath cathedral
So very close to heaven
Seashells
A crushing sound of seashells swept upon a shore So many ways
To be reminded That pain is all around us
Behind an oval window a woman sits alone Skyscrapers line horizon with many oval windows
Between my mirrors squeezed I seldom think of her The frame on every portrait is scratched
Or stained from use — Exposed To wear and tear
A woman sits alone her shout behind my back Her face obscured
By A lonely graphite cloud
Behind an oval window I sit alone with pain
A man in motion
A young man awakens to a morning Summer heat
June fires at blue curtains Embalming his wheelchair with
Silver
Usual morning lapses him by Unnoticed
— He will attend To errands
According to his will
. . . .
He stops at streetlight crossing A tower watch ahead
Vindicates everyone On schedule with their time
Street dazzles with rush hour Traffic
The heat Of summer increases
— He is the only Man in motion
Light changes to green
A wind of June Lifts his legs proclaimed lifeless
He crosses to the other side
Where deer has crowded by a pond
On wings of birds
Blueberry sleeping purple a tide Of colour
Wonder
Sun is shedding promise Where wings of birds
Are shining
And further south of sadness Where days of love
Last longer
Where sky where blue horizon Allow
The many treasures
A man needs In
His travels
— Green trees, a pond, swift rivers A mountain A desert
But quite without a warning life ends its motion Forward
Beyond his destiny’s skyline A man
Has no more Memory
— A life along blue rivers is losing every colour
A view of island of Terra
Sun was gently pleasing my age And
I favoured time
To be an accessory to larger than life Events
When I walked away like a stranger Never
To be reminded
Of a duty to go back and give an Of
A view gained through experience
As often is the case I navigated my life In servitude
Of unfavourable circumstances
Naïve at first of learning qualities Of any experience
Life avails
Even though a desert already painted Its ominous presence
Along my every effort
In my ill-conceived journey Blank pages
Followed my itinerary From
Home to Terra Nova Where
Resting place between splendour of a meadow And a rugged cliff
One day will sum up the will of a stranger
White walls
White walls have written fables the riddles to the readers Grey sky a velvet lining for birds migrating south
A memory’s treasure chest no purpose for its gold Gates often swing in front but never open wide
To walk on childhood meadows
A landscape shapeless mute the islands whisper shout A winding roads converge the past has vista points
A leading star has died swept under rags of physics Its last encrypted glow is travelling to us
In feelings’ eager maize one seeks familiar hand Or searches walls for one of many exit doors
Escape
Desert route takes him out now escaping his loud oppressors Overcoming a storm of yellow wind Jesus
Finds half sunken gate To a valley of lilies
On the evening of the third day
Memory of recent events exploits his willingness To endure more
Than will be testified In years to come
By followers of a lesser heart
Night will dispatch temporary measures Of healing
Upon his wounds
In years to come he will be called upon In hours of need
To rise above our wilderness And
Deliver sermon on behalf of man
Sermon
Waiting for a moment of silence Jesus summons His eloquence In front
Of curiosity seeking crowd
Summer heat intensifies emotions on faces Of onlookers
Eager to applaud Or use derision as a weapon
Of their choice
Wind plays with teacher’s robe Its purple
Improvising reflections of light As His gestures
Announce disagreement With a status quo
Or when he hesitates Between
The choice of words He must
Instantly deliver
Half way through the sermon He Lifts
His eyes to the merciless sun In zenith
And the rest of his words are lost
Amid falling stacks of produce
Noise of cattle
Sold to new owners for the best price offered
As seen in the eyes of sun
You were standing by the window watching night change into day In a sudden surge of a blaze
I did not see your eyes filtered with light By exposure to sun
Blue and white angel told you in well-chosen word Not to step further than always craving for more
Emptiness Spread behind green range of hills
It was summer of June that changed your appearance To a sight of a swift bird
With a gesture of all justifying finality
You were about to leave
The zone of safety attributed to an embrace
Of familiar scene
With a hesitant move forward you came to accept The loss of earth chilly under your feet
With no recourse to your chosen fate I knelt down By the gilded with ornaments gate
Leading back to mornings you alighted with love
Shallow riverbed
Trees are falling recklessly down in time of disillusionment Shallow riverbed is my home where I sleep at night
In the presence of moon
My days belong to shores of beach under shining Attributes of sun
If you visit me I will show you a scar that heals To reopen again
For unknown reasons
Not even Wandering magicians are capable of healing
The infliction with the best quality talismans
I learned the language of fish and tried to understand Why birds perfect their flight
With a licence to hope I prevailed so far In somewhat temporary arrangements
Among shapes of furniture Between hands of strangers
In my possession is a mirror Framed in silver
Left behind in unclaimed debris By someone whose image
It prolongs
A road to nowhere
You followed the road to nowhere To sign
Your presence on the other side Of mountain
A crawling darkness of bush line Behind your steps
Led you far away from every day Matters
You found too difficult to resolve
Strained from pain shoulders Carried you
Only as far as the next stage
Of initiation
Revealing no wisdom To
Overcome suffering
You have taken your possession Leaving
Behind only name In
My memory
And a landscape moulded by your hands Of life
Deprived of a right to once joyful beginnings
A sudden feeling of dismay
All at once even eye-pleasing tree branches become nakedly Prosaic
Birds chant the same longing song as if the monotony Was
A favoured motif of a day
I reach for a mirror but find no solace in tears
Let them leave layers of shadows Around my eyes
But protect smooth surface of glass
Anchored to duties of a day I see life
In gardens return with flowers Of spring
Why not than man who left the earth Comes back
To visit us
Ashes of my bones
I came back from ashes of my bones to watch the river flow Charging forth in front of my eyes
Sprouting branches of trees bend gracious necks Above born again earth feeding hearts in need of beauty
Reality has many gates each one opening a mystery of life To those who are willing to fill the gaps of destiny
Beyond that there is no escape available to humans
Words of wisdom at the time of trial lead us out Of self-imposed prison
Allowing new images proliferate from mind desolated By landmarks of unhappiness
I came back from ashes of my bones only to view
Of a horizon
Drawing its borders above the cross
Laser tips of sunlight
Laser tips of sunlight penetrates grass in its last stages of defence A swirl of dry blades in your arms brings tears to my eyes
We are losing meadow after meadow
Mischievous past slides off the scale held in mind to balance Judgment after judgment
The rest is the fallout of feelings a struggle To an ordinary man
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As we age grass is being polished by autumnal sun Into yellow straw
Its green flesh Slowly eaten away
Along with the memory of the morning dew
Wild cats
The noise of the city subsided a fuel of stars is blazing Young tigers jump out from green darkness
Bracing us with awe
A magician rules over tigers, his hand suspended in air Controls menagerie’s leaps
Nobody cares more for such late entertainment Than
Those deprived of remedy of sleep
After the staged routine Wild cats impose
Last groan
From spinning wheels of moonlight Dive back
Into green darkness of night — And rehearse before next performance
Each stunt the practice perfects To be worthy of an applaud
From An audience awaiting the remedy of dawn
A winter train
A winter train is moving forward Behind each window
Snow
Leafless trees reveal the skyline — A guardian
Of Houses, high-rises, cultivated
Land That leans
Against the speed Of
Railways
Aboard the train — engers view
The journey — The train is moving forward
On every profile shadow Lies
And every profile lies On snow
Eyes of night owls upon us
It’s a hot day in a desert sun has tired by noon Horizon abruptly moved forward smiling at me
Like enigma
You built a new home on a hillside but miles Away from here
Wings on my shoulders weigh heavily A load one must carry alone
Northeast I move every morning then sunset guides me west Somewhat repetitive pattern yet always
A new day ahead
It might be hard to reason why walk and walk with no end When spring is a joyful season a breeze above every field
But let me remind you in desert day in day out one struggles Not to slow down the pace
Along every path chosen manifold dunes arise
Eyes of night owls often intrude upon our sleep Reminding half journey is only half complete
No matter what year it is summer winter or spring
Medusas’ sunset
Tomorrow I must see the morning again Blinded by oncoming tide
Of mind
That resists good news Among the worst of all
Sun slides behind mountain crest Before
Its last glimmer balances On a skyline
Inviting Torments of dusk
Our hands remain on guard on windowsills
Falling into belief
That Grand Master of stage
Resolves Issues to the benefit of all
With an absolute power
Yet as we flip through pages of history We are unable to discern the premonition
That moon A disionate medium
Waits in a pool of silence behind its curtain Of appearance
Willing To depict someone’s worrisome face pretty soon
Horizon
Horizon rests immobile Hiding immense distances from eyes searching
The forbidden Side
Behind the mountain range
Its mystery Revealed step by step as we continue on
With living
Not all who venture outside its territory With a resolve
To penetrate world spread behind Come back
With stories to share
Memory like a river begins somewhere at its source Than flows without a recourse
Rushing through the leaves Of every autumn
Over Sparta dawn is rising
Over Sparta dawn is rising Enemy sightings to the north
Fanfare calls to form phalanges Kneeling archers aim to shoot
Sons and fathers share command Boots are crushing flowery meadow
At the end of daylong battle Death toll has been tallied up
Half a graveyard home to winners Other half is home to foe
Those who carry heaviest shields Are returning with a hero
Every obol weighs the same Standard fee for final age
On this side of river flow Foes and heroes aim to shoot
Boots are crushing flowery meadow Every obol weighs the same
A pilgrim
A pilgrim was praying on steps of cathedral Fog has just lifted revealing its portico
I felt compelled to the stranger When pigeons from square
Somehow alerted soared between us Like feathered cloud
I strained my eyes towards the east Where stream of light
Gained upper hand
And tried to make out its fine Embroidery
When walls of cathedral leaped into sunrise
In all magnificence
Acquired from prayers
I felt a tremor under my feet cathedral Swayed
Like wind-tested poplar And light fell down on praying
Pilgrim A cloud of pigeons descended from east
Currents of despair
If the chartered waters showed all the currents of despair It would be an easy task to manoeuvre between rocks
Shores are kept apart by sea Battered cliffs erode in man
Waves between us long like miles lighthouse keepers Our hope
Now and then halt your steps see how far horizon sits Are you here on time again?
Has each mile Been like a breeze?
Echo left behind
Linear images on walls of caves testify to prehistoric man Contemplating his presence on earth
A brighter galaxy shines over idols and their equals Those who in life receive fragmented paradise
Others below their ranks scavenge mind’s resources For signs
Planted for them at birth
Vaults of catacombs release odour of history To mingle in with aseptic ways
Of modern life
Love upon time’s layers has been a sought after relict Lest one leaves before his heart has been
Marked by reprieve from sin
If it is beauty you behold—deny evidence To contrary
— Many hands are generating the spin Of carousel
A man devises ingenious means To cajole echo
Out from ancient caves and give it a place Among the living
At times A breeze criss-crosses shores and waves of Pacific
Earth’s solid surface
Roots of trees overgrowing ancestors’ graves tie down your feet Not even birds can fly away with eternal wind
Seagulls muse between ground and high-rises before they choose a landing spot As required by prudence
Pretend you see all to be seen without having to penetrate thick walls A day in the Southern Hemisphere must be glorious
North is where we live prone to exotic delusions
A beam of light pries doors of towers open dawn spills its cargo Helping a man
To attend to his choruses
Around anchored ships empty shells brandish elongated shoreline And
There is no way of knowing Why all who once regained the beauty of earth
Left behind tears upon its surface
A prayer
Sky was clear the other day and my heart was free of doubt Is it hope? that makes me see more than it’s promised by an eyesight?
Or the fate is guiding me over dunes of self-deception
Birds around us praise the world men are busy with their work Shortest day seems like a prayer for the longest night to follow
And deception takes us over
Fog in the city
Fog in the city lingering doubt — A shroud of mist From steel to glass
Footsteps Are echoed by heaving sidewalks
Streets are filling up With crowd
Confusion sets in every mind
Who knows where city starts or ends? Who is in charge? Who left the ranks?
Who was a hero?
Who missed the news?
Who still retains a sense of purpose? Who is now hiding behind fear?
Crowd is growing streets narrow down Each face resembles a face beside
Maize of city thick with fog A foaming ocean on all its sides
Trans-bridges
A horse galloping away from precincts of town toward open plain Has been domesticated
Renegade pavements escape into smudges of darkness with a touch Of light from after-Christmas angel
Tongues of earth taste delta mouth deposits
Five fires are blazing consuming straws of human suffering A linear depiction of universe simplifies the phantom of eternity
Over time knowledge follows a clockwise path of healing Availing solutions after many unsuccessful trials
Futuristic plans establish our presence in a milky matter of universe Opening a age to trans-bridges
Chapter II WINGS OF CUPID
Wings of cupid
Den of night so cold so shallow Have I lost the sight of moon?
Tired dancers left the stage Without waiting for applause
Railways meet to part on schedule No more waiting but today
Once I the mountain ranges I will send a glossy postcard
I have many noble chores To reward the time on hand
Why then wings of cupid shiver As if landing on my heart?
An ancient temple
In modern times—a temple, old clock is winding hours A thought without a name yet like seagull rests
To travel before the day is over
The eyes of early morning within the frame of skylight Where drops of rain and thunder come down
From wounded voices
I trace the frills of silence to lightning’s inner circle
Flame Loose on wall of temple
Its tongue upon love webbings
The sun a snake from Eden
Away from peering eyes the lovers’ hidden nest On trees below the skyline the owls rest asleep
Far into motion habit the clock tunes both its arms To bring about the noon each moment careful step
The sun a snake from Eden is leaning heavily now Against its double image upon the naked skins
A cloud drops down a puff to cover arms entwined The wind an aphrodisiac exhales an ocean breeze
Wild geese
You feel the chill of morning fresh air upon your lungs Behind your mind’s exterior a brush is painting scene
By pond a hunter musing wild geese in flight above Against the depth of mirrors the past reveals at once
A flower torn from stem will journey far with wind The end of love prolongs the longest day of year
An evening’s moment generous I follow stirring sound Wild geese above the meadow are traversing the sky
An invitation
Come to me before midnight when night sits quietly Above horizon
Come to me at dawn hour when song of birds Affirms our willingness
Come to me at noontime to witness wandering sun In zenith
Come to me in the evening we will listen To piano concertos
Love temptations
There is love invoked by always present glamour Of sky
There is love of flowers at the end of season When
They bend gracefully exhibiting a full bloom Prolonging their departure
There is love for playful snowman That relieves pain
In time of disappointments
There is a comion for someone Who
Fell into arms of love temptations
Desert love
You don’t travel the expanse of desert with me anymore But try not to relinquish every ritual
I’m on my route urging me to move forward by day Returning at night to the well of waiting
A willing mouth of oasis deprives me not Of greenery water or sleep
I walk miles before I succumb to a phantom Of a desert in a state of permanent confusion
At noon devil rests its hand upon my forehead In a gesture of agreement
Pulsating blade of light blinded my searching eyes Now I became one of the sun’s most dutiful daughters
Maybe you disdain cravings for sensual giveaways Known to arid place
My need of love awakens near shallow breathing Of dunes
In a state of utter neglect
If you wish
If you wish we could sit on a nearby meadow Just you and me
Among noisy crows and fighting sparrows
If you wish we could start a debate Just you and me
Over fallen leaf conclusion
If you wish we could follow seldom travelled road Just you and me
Until speed becomes the only interference
Walk along the beach
Redeemed by early September our steps collect silence As we walk side by side
Word betray hastiness in their eagerness To verbalize what feelings
Are delivering with candor
I elect to remain out of your reach Caressing blue outline of ocean
Find me by means of metaphors In dreams
No angel is able to deliver
Extraordinary veins in you Try to inflict
Future upon fine grains of sand Where
Love is the only sighting To be found
Airport Bus
This golden fall arrived suspicious unannounced Airport Bus departed
At 3: 47 From 22nd Station
An afternoon illusion upon your face in shadows A zest of a matador around your chin in mirror
Clouds wander off to edges
— A sacrificed horizon No longer in command over our destiny
Your hands on steer wheels circle stay clear of open danger The gates to chance are widening
You plunge upon my senses the surface of cold water
That lifts the numbness from me
Speed travels seconds, minutes Perpetuating movement
Your eyes behind dark glasses have distance held in balance
And unbeknown to others along the path of driving From sleep awaken lizards suspend their necks so slender
To steal momentum from us with hiss of disapproval While
Hasty autumn paints New colours over leaves
Long after the Marine Drive is our daily trip
Long weekend in Seattle
Sunset right behind you In front your steps
Are aimless
Evening just about a struggle With a daylight
From high-rise silver awning Grey pigeon dives to lamppost
A flicker
Of a shadow crossed path With
Crowd On sidewalk
Above A seagull’s mourning
The news is spreading Fast
An islet ocean garnished Has
Vanished with the past
Long weekend in Seattle Sunset
Just behind The lover that arrived
In front of lover’s mind Who
Didn’t make on time
To slowly vanish
Fountain of love’s sweet water we toast To open
A age through clearing ahead
The sky is constant sharing with us Birds that ensue
With voices of choir
Design is careful just watch every step The wind is blowing
In love we prevail
Autumns are ing as if by rite In winter chill
Who holds my hand?
All sounds of life reduced To whisper
Followed by silence That matches promise
At every road at junctions apart And into daylight
The heights of night We vanish
Slowly the longer in hearts
Heart of fire
If you find me In
A tall grass among blades of rye Poppy flowers all by chance
I’ll give you my heart
With wreaths of flowers poppy flowers Blades of rye
In a tall grass
Where Blades of rye poppy flowers
Under fire
Are brooding Over life
With hearts on fire Blades
Of rye Flames of grass
Longest hallway
Between us longest hallway each step I take is measured My eyes upon the cactus from roots to ceiling rising
On edges of the table the shapes in glass are trembling A royal camel leads me beyond the known parameters
You captured my desires where love of dunes inhabits And into an oasis where desert holds a promise
I meet the eyes of owl my wisdom has been questioned My heart of simple yearnings is not an equal partner
A corner window opens to narrow tongue of delta I you by with heartbeat without design or purpose
From heights of high-rise pasture and into void of hunting I slip where cactus piercing where camel left behind me
Golden plate
Forever love is love of dream
Your love is all My
Heart desire
But all I really dream of Is
A golden plate a golden fork In a golden cage
A nightingale
A golden dress with golden Frizz
A golden fish In
A golden tank
A golden tree With golden
Leaves
A golden cup To drink
A tea
Without a risk of falling down Into
An ancient golden Trick
White shades of love
Behind the high-rise towers a shadow see Me through
The sunshine has been painting white feathers Over
Sky dome
White walls I cross each morning white walls I hide
Behind
Where snow within us sparks Like
Mind in fever rush
The southern desert hot Horizon
White in north
A brush creates a landscape Framed
By a winter cold
White pastures cover slopes Death
Sleeps below in valley
A silver cross above As if
Talisman worn
FDn’t send me postcards from Europe
On the other side of ocean waves are touching your feet Fragile memory between us don’t break the porcelain shell
Don’t send me postcards from Europe — It’s easy to struggle with wind endure The poetry of living
When all has been done in good manner According to one’s will
Not easy to struggle with feelings that thin away from use Don’t send me postcards from Europe
— Where earth is showing off spring
To add a new word between us you easily wade upon water I have to conquer a distance with every postcard from Europe
A garden of apes
A garden of apes is quiet now off-season
Seclusion upon breeze moon gently slides Its hand
Each blade of leaves is visible
I left the place behind enriched with spoils of love A distant star is shining with tears
It has collected
Engrossed in past reflections The sensual
Exertions Provoke a strike of lightning
Once more At our portraits
Glazed in the heat of ion Love is panhandler’s copper
Appraised by coin collectors But
Useless in the garden Where
Apes keep all the findings
Royal Oak the Station
At noon we have departed from Royal Oak the Station Railroad has been cutting through crest on the horizon
A casting scent of jasmine the fastest travelling windows A rattling sound of iron the napping doves are startled
Set free from safety embrace we spin till nightfall hours Until the breathless chestnuts announce the reign of autumn
We left all fears behind us awaiting destiny’s outcome When neon flushed arrival at Royal Oak the Station
Home of melancholy
Rain stimulated by your alter ego falls down long Into evening hours
I see a mist in front of an island carved out Like a small toy by its crafty design
You are trying to rescue me from unyielding cravings Of my need to travel to the other shore
Cater to my temporary absence of mind With fragile words
Only age has permission to use
Lead me above steep walls all the way To the breathing space
Of the highest cliff
Until I find a place for treasures Scattered upon the surface
Of earth
In a true home of melancholy Where every season roses are blooming
With the same benevolent intention
On ancient agorae
Rain emulates your sensuality as it gains velocity
Hear a calling of my footprints coming From a square of ancient agorae
Let us unearth suffering and longing of ages Among a pile of rubble
Where shells of broken vases extend ceramic necks Back to vapours of earth
To overcome inherent weaknesses we must Pay homage to an old illusion
That silence of gods permits our conquests
Because life will not flourish by itself Lest we sanctify
Its many benefits
Pray with me for permanence of white marble stones At times
When only iron strong enough to our love Is destined to outlast our sadness
Echo travelling the valleys
Echo travelling the valleys—birds announced versed in sonnets Lightning snips throughout desires lit by flames—a source of fire
Days of love swift chariots’ hastiness over loneliness soar away Alleys feathered by the seagulls paint the frescoes over yearning
Sunlight dashes earthbound driven to your eyes does the service And you know that out of nowhere in a memory we have met
A pledge to Ariadne
For safe return from labyrinth I have your thread of love
Our fate tied to Minotaur Availed the only
Choice To challenge dreadful beast
— But first I had good luck Of Being In your presence
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Await me at the bay Where
Island takes steep shape
My ship will anchor there Waiting
In disguise
And love My heart has nourished
Since time I had a chance To see you eye to eye
Will strengthen the mariner’s Skills
I gained Through years of sailing
If wind permits escape
And
Stars of night will show No longer than in three days’ voyage
We will arrive at home of mine Among the free Athenians
Horizon is lining for evenings
Sunset half fallen behind ocean I stroll a trail unpaved Horizon is lining for evening, evening receding to dusk
You time in sainthood its layers upon your mind As if betrothed to white angels your duties set in stones
Along an elbowed river the rules you set affirm That love is a continuum
ed on from man to man
I just thought
For some reason I just thought you might meet me by the ocean Beach was empty now off-season
Lonely seagull crossed my path to its grievance I was listening Once or twice I heard your name
Sky was clear without a worry sun had golden braids and curls Falling gently down on sand
To the north stood peaceful mountains as I strolled without an aim Ocean waves run towards shoreline arctic wind upon their backs
You were nowhere to be found for a moment I just thought That in winter ocean floor may indeed be warm and dry
Tropical ports oriental fabrics
Rain removes weariness from my eyes Evenings are preludes
To storytelling
Your gifted mind unravels time in harmony With speech
Tales of white sailing ships drifting along eastern winds Desert fever imable roads
Tropical ports oriental fabrics exotic scents
Days of longing Suspended in silence between words
Like a deliverance from a sin of love
On my dresser
On my dresser autumn leaves chestnuts pebbles rosy petals Necklace with a broken chain but my heart is still in need
Winter longing in the mirror polished to reveal the truth Who is standing right behind me?
Ah, it is shadow split in half
Early cold is my companion morning frost has painted grass I am loosing trail in forest coming close to hunter’s aim
Travel lonesome travel far
Sunset wearing cardinal purple as if seeking an attention Flock of birds in its folds travel lonesome travel far
I will reason with my mind
Frosted lips branching trees winter palace stormy ice If you see the path in front travel lonesome travel far
I will reason with my heart
Days are short above Pacific winter chill is in the air Think of me in distant land travel lonesome travel far
Fill my days with gift of longing
Room 223
At Miller’s Pond Room 223 curtains are drawn moon upon pillow Relaxes its smile
It’s still too early to show its face
Lovers whose nights are long silver polished also know Room 223 A glass of wine sits on the table flowers cast shadows scented magnolias
By water stand rimmed with gold animals gather quenching thirst Oriental rugs hide the floor from the ceiling quick Orion dives
A shout of victory loud and clear is heard all over from lips of the Greek Visitors know not all ends well
The one who perished will be ed then life will go on usual You wait for me I wait for you at Miller’s Pond Room 223
Without love
Wind in willows slowly dies dawn alighted sky with flame Morning calm is mixed with echo broken up
By early sounds
Angels worship rising sun man has mastered an allegro On your watch it shows that time
Bit-by-bit is moving forward
Summer stretches every limit winter slows the pace of life Who would think that without love
Days and nights are equally short?
Thousand days
Thousand days have ed me by do I know you better now? Have I seen you in my mirror at least once in thousand nights?
We both travel deserts rivers loose trail as we go
Snow cupped peaks divide the sky into two unchartered regions One for mind’s sombre thoughts
Other slips from wings of birds Thousand days marked their time so short distance vast
Water escapes
An evening grey behind windowless wall magnifies the longing River re you fondly but all it does is flowing forth
With bravado Towards self-annihilation
On the outskirts of city feelings of erosion are tresing horizon A casual hand of god spilling rain on pavements
Pedestrians Fortified behind anonymous face of a collective agreement
Your shadow enlarged to the north upon rosary highways Over streetlight haze along travel bound bridges
Is shaping my nostalgia On my lips a taste of water that escaped the confines of delta
Chapter III A CAROUSEL
Blue horses
Grazing blue horses I saw in a dream A strand of moonlight
Tied around hoofs
I held my breath behind Closed
Eyes
Not one of the horses escapes me Now
Morning squeezed in through Many
Cracks
Horses are grazing On
Blades of grass But not the blue horses I saw in my dream
Between horizon low and high Amidst bright meadows
A town I visit
Carousel spins a joy to watch Blue horses gallop around around
Mountain range summits rising
Mountain range has summits rising from the bedrock to blue sky High sea rages from its bottom silence sleeps on lips of waves
Violent waters are subsiding crafted vessels leave the port Longing
For a mind at peace ends the toil of day for man
Childhood memory
In my childhood memory I see a nest of stark family On a tall red chimney
Under eye eluding sky hanging low in autumn I hear insatiable yearnings of a working sawmill
Overwhelmed with sensation I step on a thin ice Over a small creek in a heart of village
Invisible in a mounting heat of summer I cross meadows frequented by wild rabbits and elks
A new day begins at dawn
A new day begins at dawn pregnant with good news For many
Who had patience to wait that long
Shouldered by the rim of horizon doves spread out Nimble wings
In readiness for the first flight
Awaken from a sleep you are back Under the command of mind
Scrupulously measuring time allotted To you by Moira
By the force of will your eyes feed on a morning light For the right to once again perceive beauty
Earth slowly reveals its shape widening the scope Of its labour
Snowfall
Snowfall hesitate a clavichord note If only town is asleep
In daylight it opens pantomime Of eyes blinding fantasy
Originated in celestial abodes It knows no human joy or grievance
Distant and properly detached It allows no regrets
But Feeds the minds weakened
By adversity And those
Restored to peace already
Sailing forth in a wake of our needs We are safe
To beckon its harmony
Blue River
Blue River travels solo pebbles by its yellow shores
Lips to lips Enchanted ocean with the sunset soul mate speaks
Down on yard Befalls the longing fragrance of the love one had
Searching ashes distant memories
Grains Of truth against each lie
By the shadows’ rules Blue River Many grasp precious time
Evening leisure Ends the waiting for the evening ing by
Time
Sun left the scene autumnal branches grasp each other Unable to discern night
From dark prehistoric premonitions
Clouds Swelled to the west to further obscure horizon
A day seldom es by without surveying mirrors For a sign that years slowly adding up
Match our experience
Time is always prompt never in a state of chaos Clock has proven as reliable as a man whose
Aim is to read the meaning of its age
Multitude of stars burn out the reservoir of fuel As they lit our path and that of universe
Together we are aging In a motion imperceptible to the naked eye
No cause for immediate fear
The landscape plentifully rich
Seagulls hover near bay windows before forcing their way Through
A slit between high rises
I am trying to grasp phantom of unsettled ocean Bouncing its waves between shorelines
Of distant continents
Immerse myself in spattering under my feet Grains of sand brought ashore
By many water retreats
Sunlight forces elongated shadows out of wooden logs Emanating peace of someone who reached
A final repose
Summer heat devours sky at noon as if it was Its last appearance
Then drops down on every inch Of unsuspecting earth
Mountain peaks spilling over horizon Seem within reach
To my gullible mind As if
The landscape hasn’t already been plentifully rich
Reign of autumn
Wind is brushing off the mountains autumn’s always loyal helper Every colour has been showcased every leaf ed for
Raindrops tiptoe while we sleep fog converges with horizon Railroads rust in open field apples harvested from orchards
Ephemeral dreams are back thoughts by shoreline are becoming Pennies worn from touch are spent teacups chipped in use again
Sun is gently warming up to remove the chill of mornings Man is polishing his longing same as solid gold and brass
Weeping willow
I sat on a bench above my head a willow wept like an orphaned child Its sorrow scattered through every branch
Maybe it was a song of wind a leaf fell down transparent autumn Ending its duty for the year
I went on my knees I prayed for autumn I prayed for the tree I prayed for those who journey far
To places Out of any man’s reach
Clouds on the sky folded away revealing blue in every colour Hunched over willow let go its grief
To cast a long Century old shadow
Sunrise glow
A pilgrim was praying on steps of cathedral Fog has just lifted revealing its portico
I felt compelled to the stranger But pigeons from square
Somehow alerted
Soared between us like feathered cloud Preventing me from acting on impulse
I strained my eyes towards the east Where stream of light
Gained Upper hand
And tried to make out its fine embroidery
When walls of cathedral leaped into sunrise In all magnificence bestowed
By Prayers
I felt tremor under my feet
Cathedral swayed Like wind-tested
Poplar
And light fell down on praying pilgrim A flock of pigeons returned
To square
Not a blemish upon mirror
Journey takes you miles from home not a blemish upon mirror All around you in full turn buds of spring are soon be flowers
Mountain range is in a fever sun is glazing stately peaks Wind is blowing sky is clear melting snow runs into creek
Useful water follows cracks healing scars the sun afflicted On your porch owl sleeps home is where the river flows
Black Panther
I raise my eyes ominous clouds no promise exchanged Between me and the moon
I dream black panther is crossing my path Far from the wilderness its longing fresh
In forest clearings white meadows stretch We leave each other tracks in the snow
The hunt is on stirring the night with little hope And so much fear
I raise my eyes ominous clouds I have no witness To final outcome
In best of faith I reason now We were both hunters and hunted down
On guard of gothic
Evening celebrates fanciful forms of entertainment Candid night
Brings back time held In clepsydrae
I’m sleepwalking on grounds of 12th century Castle
In time to witness armoured knights Perform
Duties scheduled by their masters
Despite death certificates kept Within
Secret halls of archives
They do not sleep idly beneath Heavy
Layer Of tombs
Left without grandeur of cause
From shadows nestled in medieval stones They walk in groups of seven
Convinced
By late hours’ calling Of need
To stand on guard of Gothic
Ulysses comes home
Ulysses fought many battles in a foreign war Holding on to victories as
A fact of his manhood
He worked as a salesman at Goodwill Co. Travelling between small towns
Of Orange County Selling small gadgets to homeowners
It was then he learned nuances of desire To sell and to posses
And the price he was willing to pay For that lesson
He worked as a bartender in a nightclub
Called StarAlley in Memphis
Liverpool And Hong Kong
Always keen to spot a lonely woman Sitting alone amid a happy crowd
Her eyes Betraying an inconsolable loss
Or a trail of loneliness
He delivered pizza in New York Appreciating
Small tips for his service
He drove a bus in the streets of San Francisco Where he experienced a brief attachment
To streets of a large city
When he came back to Suzanne They sat at the table
Set for two She opened Campbell’s tomato soup
Three Magi
With arid air sustaining everlasting love of desert Three Magi are well advanced in their journey
Gifts they have chosen in agreement with wisdom Lay well protected under wraps of silk and wool
Their eyes slightly raised above never tired camels See truth as a diversified form of life in continuum
Behind light swirl of sand horizon moves forward Steadily escaping into the mouth of open space
Distances by now became a matter of free assumptions Nobody tries to arrive at conclusive estimates of reality
Long silences are filled with soul searching finality On of images they are willing to unravel
Not knowing how long it takes to fulfil one’s destiny They are heading for white walls enslaved by sunlight
On the way to the altar
Days of joy swept under noncompliant hold of melancholy An esoteric aroma of exotic flowers provokes an obligation
Not to underestimate our own defencelessness
Grateful for word we dissect stories into fragments Easy to comprehend
In hope there is a light between truth and peril
Holding on to steady hands of angels we visit altars Set up on the outskirts of city inflamed by prayers
Where a rising hand of God at contains The wrath of elements
Sunset away
Autumn advances changing each leaf Time es by at seasonal pace
Moon on a sidewalk a silver treasure True lovers have to hold on to something
We dance in ballroom we wade on water To music
Masters lay down as gift
Autumn restricts our field of vision Horizon
Home to dark heavy clouds
Sunset away Rain
Is falling
Dancing on rooftops Wading
Through the air
Even in heaven not all is well
Don’t try to match angels’ tears even in heaven not all is well When dawn is falling at your feet
Attend to duties set for you
Search ancient caves for a drop of rain, abandoned mines For a diamond light
Walk in the vineyards where grapes are ripe Spill wine to welcome bountiful harvest
If down in valley is your home come out To check a mountain peak
Maybe right there for no good reason Sun is held hostage to a wandering cloud
January trip
Frost is biting naked braches has winter any foes? We rush like gusts of wind snow shines within us white
The southern sky has cleared the road in front is paved Inviting to embark on January trip
The rest of us will stay in city built on hills To play to work to die
Inside A winter palace
A map of life
Growing and receding pain runs feverishly across a map Of mind like a river
Unable to reverse once established course
Dreams postponed for any reason Gain on importance
With age of time
Inspiring new attempts At
Hidden enclaves of life Resourceful
To all the seekers
Enhanced by continuous effort endeavours of day Stand out
In a complacent ocean of mediocre preoccupations Giving rise to new hope
As it emerges from islands Of endurance
Sailor of night
Craving the beauty of stars I am a sailor of night Steering along unknown archipelagos
Silver blue seagulls break silence with a sound of warning Accustomed only to a sight of friendly angels
In a distance a stream of fast moving cars hijacked By the will of carefree drivers
Speeds straight into the space precipice
Above a face of moon displaying its imprisoned smile Navigates a lantern like a lighthouse keeper
Veteran of solitude
A newly acquired feeling of freedom helps me manoeuvre With ease
Among emerging phantoms of atolls
My goal is to reach majestic group of icebergs Where the last port
Is home to all voyagers
Behind mountain range
Ocean swallows live octopuses Shoreline home to broken shells
Moonlight Flushed like golden ring
Act of loving Shades of moonlight
Lightning Strikes at mountain peaks
Crayons into colours split
Storm is voicing strong desires Blessed are gods on our side
Grievance magnifies a sorrow
Down in canyon angels sing
Every song sounds so familiar As if man himself has written
Afternoon light
A willow weeps its grievance new but feelings old
Revealing matters known to the forest And those kept hidden
Deep among roots twisted and twined As if they
Came
From very heart of the weeping willow
Irresolute traveller lost in his way leans against Suffering tree
Its song abruptly ending in silence his presence Maybe healing the wound
But sorrow lingers in autumnal air
He takes a view of sky above Where afternoon light permeates stately boughs
To paint it as if stain glass cathedral
In colours led by autumn in reign Bronze gold and yellow between the red
The very moment of a wanderlust earth Stumbled upon by irresolute traveller
A view
Called upon by voices of white minarets seagulls hover for awhile Above the bay
Before taking on the challenge of a long flight
Blue tide rescued from shore bracelet surges high on its way To
Palm islands Where
Noon is the longest lapse of time
Anchored in a shallow cradle of water a yellow reddish ship Rolls with abandon from side to side
Its flag rested at half mast
Sailors on leave from duties tune their steps to the sounds Of
Downtown Adding a new link to the soul chained to landmarks of earth
Usurpers of debris stroll along the beaches Connecting spiral eardrums
Of Shells
Back with a steady murmur of sea bottom
A small airplane spins with a hum as it takes off To
Fly away Over the garland of icebergs
Autumn shadows
Autumn in deep sorrow it has collected last leaf Gardens are now abandoned nightingales
Quietly left
Sun hardly aims at zenith in darkness curtains are drawn Seagulls betroth the horizon to follow warmer path
Where under command of sunshine New days unfold with hope
The end of year approaching Gains and losses will balance
A man Leans from sadness back to a new joy
Claiming good share in fortune
When autumn light in orchards
Reveals blue sky again
Orion
He reads wilderness like an ancient scroll Each letter mastered
With his hunter’s instinct
Squirrel alerted to his presence sends Shivers along the spine of spruce
The sound of deer echoes back The memory of the past
Filling it with scents only mind longing To be human again
Inhales longer than it lasts
Autumn in senseless pursuit of colour Rustles under the feet
Reclaiming hunting grounds
Narrow age of light between treelines Leads him out of woods
Where bickering geese stroll at the pond
Evaluating peaceful scene Orion’s arrow quickly reaches its target
Voices of wildlife unite in fear To announce the intruder’s exploit
Orion A hunter in universe
Soon will revisit Earth no doubt Every trophy to his name
Allows his fame to flourish
Beyond
The reign of ages
Summer day
Aiming at distances high-rises command an unobstructed view Of
Mountain range More than a age from street to sidewalk
Ocean feeds on sand glossing over shores complacently quiet Implying reason in beauty
At leisure
Green boudoir of leaves is sheltering summer Its return
Affirmed by believers and birds
Sun endures morning climb Towards noon
Well in command of our daylight
Seagull hovers absentmindedly above water ripples Inventing
Exotic islands with a flap of its wings
A carousel
Carousel spins around around Between horizon low
And high
Weight of night from my sleep Has been lifted up
By moonlight
Wind sways branches like crescendo Birds vivacious dogs
Are watchful
Tearful windows night resigned High on skyline mountain
Man and seagull are alike Crying prelude to the night
Autumn ed me by this year Like a vintage toy unnoticed
All colours have faded away And now they are out
Of my reach
What I hear is song of wind Song of echo trapped
In canyon
Into port wood is drifting Steered to life by river’s
Flow
Wading upon mindless lake Water lily leads me on
It’s a rainy autumn day Leaves
Are losing sunlight flesh
Fog snuggles up in orchard’s womb Its weightless spoil tucked
Under trees
Waves between us long like miles Miles between us waves away
Empty dusty country road No one visits
But the stars
Waves retrieve songs of rivers Ocean spill enriches shores
Fog retreats revealing path Moisture tantalizes lips
The sky has dawned marvel A trip
Where sail is waiting there Is the wind
Within our windows exotic Flowers
On waves we travel to same Horizons
An entry to port the longing Of sailors
On swamps of Eden wandering Soul mates
Grass showing off its painted blades Brush touches canvas
Blue sky is born
Contours of night upon white walls Eyelids fall inviting darkness
Meadows flower without reason Sadness privilege of my heart
Love gives back all we hope for Be it real or be it hearsay
Snow is glazing mountain Frosted veins in every creek
Where trees are fewer eyes see horizon
Birds into quiet stretch wings in effort
Landscapers toil the soil of earth Time has been scheduled
A concrete chiselled
Longitudes sail in afternoon silence Flowers emerge from seeds
We planted
Sun creases bright over horizon Prayers delivered for all
Who prayed for
An evening terrace filled With dusk
Night swallows shadows
One by one
Memory traces much in vein Point by point
On distance chart
In a somewhat casual way Past outpaces
All tomorrows
Path of north upon green moss On my pillow shadow
Sleeps
End of love a year of autumn Memory loses leaf by leaf
Day by day death takes a toll
Loneliness matches loss
By loss
Born in darkness stars we see Stars explode darkness falls
Clouds descend on ocean waves Seagull reached the crane in port
Chill from open window enters On your forehead lover`s hand
Carousel spins a joy to watch Between horizon high and low
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