Castle

Whenever sadden,

broken hearted,

when tears welling

up my eyes;

My spirit broken,

the days are empty

no single ray

of light in sight;

When fate is lost,

I see no end,

nor see beginning,

not even point on road of life;

When I hear not

a clear message,

from down below

nor up above;

Then every moment

is rolling, falling…

a grain of sand

against the sun.

I turn my eyes

to find inside me

the castle build

of memories and love;

With seven keys

I open slowly

the heavy doors

to rooms with light.

Behind these doors

I keep my treasures –

our first date kiss

first baby’s cry…

A purple rose,

a white, high tower,

your smiling eyes,

grain purest love.

House Of Darkness

Disquieting,

sobbing, displeasing

the rain is outside in the park,

in the dark.

And distantly,

in the farthest of corners,

the weeping, light voice of piano

is calling for me to come back.  

Each time lightning

would puncture the low sky, 

the house’s shades are back,

thunder comes, detonates.

Reliving the past,

I find no future,

rain turns into sleet

after all.

Equilibrium

The mildest wind –

a motley joker –

caresses gently willow trees.

He’s flirting,

gently pooling,

the yellow – green

of their shirts.

As it is summer - 

careless, glamour,

embracing motion,

light and life.

A beetle bug

is slowly climbing

atop the tallest

willow tree.

The playful wind

is flying, singing,  

and challenging the bug

to race with him.

The little bug

is unimpressed

as it is wise

beyond its size.

To race with winds

is almost pointless –

as the universe, the bug,

the tree and winds are one.