***
A visit to a friend
I’ve come to you like coffee.
My soul is heavy with the rain,
It’s leaving fleeting traces on your chair.
I’ve come to you like a cigar
A moment we remain hanging in the smoke
As dreaming bubbles above this world….
Please play the purifying music
Of those times when we’ve been conceived -
And I’ll be back to you at midnight -
A melody you can’t get out of your mind.
***
Supernal revelation
Kiss me and I’ll look into
The blue embracing gently
Air, houses and birds.
Like that, we have embraced us in the time –
It’s time to lay the bed for us.
***
Night temples
After all that useless sins
Do you feel the soul rising shamelessly?
Ice nails are winking by the eyes
Like stars in unseen churches.
***
A sigh
The wind is flashing over the dark skin.
A current pierces me to the bones, I feel like crying…
The stars are glowing scales
Left of us
Over the dark skin of night.
***
Beyond my strength
Why have I laughed at what
Today I swear by.
Why have I raised you,
City of my dreams, so high,
My small home withers in the shadow?
This time
I long for growing in a tree
To break your cruel castles up.
***
I wonder
The table’s staying with the cloth in white.
A woman having waited for the host all night.
The cigarette-hole’s showing rotten wood.
The hollow’s picking up the crumbs,
It will be, it won’t be –
The sparrow’s pecking them.
I’ve lost the beads,
They’ve rolled to somewhere.
I wonder if the sparrow’s children have been sated with
The bread of hope.
***
Creation
Every bright creation is a hard dream today.
As if unseen magic’s pulling the wires
But when we step in – it takes to its heels.
As if we’ve been living for a long time -
Yet a second has been tickling us.
You actually exist – why can’t I kiss you?
***
No home
I mixed together soap with water
And started to recall –
A bubble fat and warm like Mother,
Another one stiff, firm like Father;
One for the pure solace that is called Friend,
One multiform like Love.
They piled together – a balloon
As big as God Himself.
Through it I looked upon the motley world –
I was about to see
Illusions in the sundown,
The motion in the eye’s periphery becoming true…
But better so be it – unfinished,
Born from an artist’s hand –
With a feeling of something lived not to the end,
That is to stay even after body –
A dream with which it’s lightly for the soul to kiss
And gently to step over.