THE FREE FALL OF THEIR SONGS

The free fall of their songs

Like the noise of many waters

Accompanied by children clapping and jumping

From all sides their trumpets blow

Stronger for a while, just after the dark

The many ups and downs my head still fixed

The tossing and turning on the horizon

Blinding the blue sky and glassy sea

Wedding day dedication

We all dream of days like this

Of happiness and excitement

When all will gather under one roof

Like today other than other times

We can recall it all from the beginning

till today and not tomorrow

what the church bells have rang for

what the podium has intoned

what the rings have joined

what those vows have bound

we were here

for the groom the bride

their family and friends

we are here

to share their lot

bright and dull

will we be here

when the night comes

and doors become shut?

Will we be here

In winter like in rain?

Will we really be here?

They have marked the shores

They have marked the shores

And all around the sun has shown

The winds shook off their wings

And soon all was gone:

What they held in your honour.

Yet in the deep dark corners

Of my enclosed heart

A single ray of your kindness

So long as I live

Will illuminate and stay

24. 09. 2012

To know my mind

To know my mind

Is to know the future

Where I’ll be with you or not

That corner bright or dull

Where I had lain

And have seen no picture

No image no colour

Of you in my dreams

Of myself to be us

18. 09. 2012

Lightening splashes

Lightening splashes

Flickering on those warm lonely cheeks

Like smiles

Contagious on the receptive eyes

Blinking before a reply

In a halt or an equal

Smile as they walk away

17. 09. 2012

For those who descended

For those who descended

Thy falling drop to catch and wipe

Let their heavy hands

From its lonely sides raise

Up and higher at dawn

12. 09. 2012

They called a tune for a dance

They called a tune for a dance

The drums were assembled

Their skins to beat

And refused they, its tune to dance.

Rhythm like sour lime on the lips

They threw up angrily

The unripe, what they have picked.

The drumming went into frenzy

Sparkling tears instead of cheers

Hypocritical waters through their vent

Flooding the dry corners of the eyes

Of their stony souls

Many times has death yielded not

To their venomous lips until now

25. 07. 2013