I was willing

I was willing

To draw the map

In pink and grey

But you already had

Outlined the river

In yellow and blue

I was always willing

To draw the map

And read it to you

But I was late

And you took a path

That I never drew

only i

nothing of what i said was true

that i was different

from then

only i

had lost connection

with the river

underground

And I know

Only when I’m far

My shade comes close

Enough to be one

With yours

            My lips touch

Your hair

And I know

Outside is storm

Those poles

How can you just cross

those poles

as if nothing happened?

Doesn’t your heart freeze

to death?

In that little casket

In that little casket

A melody of cups

Touching lips in porcelain

Salty taste of tears

The back of a book

Waiting in a drawer

Never to be read again

A cat without colours

A painting never promised

Hanging in the attic

Where I comb my hair

Take a good look

I’ve cursed those strokes

Drawn with an autumn leaf

Hear the distant music

I’ve lost a little piece

Of your cup

Tumbling in the air

To secret lakes

Take my sleep

Place it in the bracelet

Close to your skin

Wear me

Carry me

To secret lakes

Where time is not known

Where regret does not exist

Dreams hide

In tree branches

Pinching holes into leaves

You collect them

Fallen

Before your feet

A collection

That fills

An entire room with

Nothingness

saved from the dragon

on the edge, papercuts

saved from the dragon

the beard growing long

a glacier and a mountain

if only I knew time

all life began in autumn

the colours of a leaf

weighing on my shoulder

no false expectations

winter is to come

erratic affection

I hope for spring

I turned the pages

I turned the pages wondering
Whether I should eat them
Letters without sense
You invented the game
I changed the rules
And braided my hair
Burned your necklace
Into my skin
I soaked the flowers on my shirt
They would not grow nor wither
You opened the door and
My windows turned dark

only to be closer

before you I am
all vulnerable
cannot hide
the depth of my water

the sun
makes the river smile
evaporates its water
only to be closer

one day
earth was wrapped in clouds
hiding the sun
all rivers were gone

hold on

lay your hand into mine

small and fragile

how could I fix

the leak of your boat

but  hold on

to the pulse of time

dragging my boat

through calm and storm

yours in tow

I will drag it

no matter how long

into waters of hope

Falling

Are we falling

Apart in a dream

All hesitation

Dissolving 

Autumn leaves

Wrinkled edges

Hot summer nights

Leaving their marks

A stamp of a moon

Look at me

Smiling, maybe 

I walk alone

When you 

Come along

The book of leaves

I read the book of leaves
Every night
Telling something new
Filigree lines
Embracing all poems
Made by humankind
These ones
Were collected by you
A collection of blue
In a purple ocean
If I set them free
Your breeze
Would turn them into kites
Dancing in circles
A melody
Only the oldest tree
Might have ever heard of