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

a sky without moon

guess

the depth of my well

take a glimpse

over the rim

dark water

reflecting

a sky without moon

sometimes shaken

sometimes shaken by this steadiness

earth keeps turning around the same kind

in each morning’s encounter of absentness, eyes

looking slightly passed my steps, the man

who sleeps behind the smell of trash containers

I almost fall

over the dirt, while cows keep chewing plastic

with this sturdiness, big black birds land on their backs

a few metres up the road, a tiny old woman sits

on her wagon of vegetables, people buy

meat, freshly slaughtered fish on ice,

nothing stays long

in this heat, except for the smile of the guard

waking all night, walking into my dim room 

with bright eyes, making me wonder, how on earth

can I be sad

full dissolution

all is
desire for union
oneness
longing for life
artistic expression
sexual passion
spiritual longing
union with god
full dissolution
journey to nowhere
we whimper
we strive

a lake that swallowed the sun

you are just one
reflection
your scent
are the flowers
the sturdy ones
they never die
i touch
all leaves in my garden
with quivering fingers
sensing your skin
i see a bright moon's image
in a lake that swallowed the sun
rain touches my face
melted glacier dew
cooling my fever
salty lips of an ocean
i imagine
without, i cannot survive

giant wave

a giant wave
standing at the shore
all save
i overthrow you
take you
into deep water
embraced

A glacier fighting

A glacier fighting
against melting and then
the entire avalanche
comes down.

blue flowers on a wall

world of dreams locked away
how to access those sacred places
palaces in huts
visible only after passing three doors
caves under caves, mountains in mountains
at the end of the corridor
a giant hall
crystal lights and silken curtains,
drawings on the wall, carvings, pillars
and behind that all a little secret door
fragrance of spring,
blue flowers on a wall
green hills and a river,
always alone there
no one to share,
no one to dare
silent and rare

lunatic cycles

exuberance, laughter,
sudden destruction
in me a storm,
a warning from the deep
three mountains
hanging in the sky,
to reach a peak
i need to break
lunatic cycles
captivating my body
carved into barks, those words
a knife couldn't swallow
while frost ate away
the leaves i held
onto in spring
i had them watered
when your sky
was still blue
and mine

dropped onto a stone

sometimes i flow in deepest ground
become the river, carving not only
the outer part of rock
i shape a hole, right in the middle
of hope, deep hanging clouds
embracing a mountain, somewhere
in the distance three twigs
growing from a misty slope
a leave has changed colour
dropped onto a stone
waiting for rain
rinsing its stains
downstream
while i am streaming up

Clockwork

They are in each of my heartbeats
The ones in my veins
Bleeding out
At point of departure
Stop looking for me looking at you
My mind is a clockwork
With no way out of turning the wheels

Marry me to the sky
The world is upside down
Must I always drown
When I decide to fly

Nothing else

I took up this route without a plan
Sitting behind the driver
From a to be, ending up
At c where I need to bargain
Over the skin price again
I step on the side walk
Where a blind man
Waits for the moon to smile
At him
And I wonder, when
Was the last time I danced
In the streets without bodies
Flooded by rain
Sleeping too close to traffic
Almost killing my sense of direction
I keep walking,
Nothing else makes sense

I lost the water colours

A circle of fire,

drawn around the moon.

I lost the water colours

to silent curves

that never knew secrets and pain.

A smile hides behind a mirror,
everything gives way,

paint crumbles off,

...

When I opened the door

creases of a curtain swallowed
the sun.

I lost my hair in storms.

You jump and I toss a dice.

Keep telling myself

to hold onto rain.

Watching fishermen

It’s a longing for the sea
A walk on the shore without sunset
When will I come home, I wonder
Watching fishermen
Pulling their boats off shore
The smell of fish
Weighs down my chest
But then, can I grudge
What I was not
Meant to be

dropping sand

in a hot air balloon
off to the milky way
dropping sand
we forgot the music
maybe our flight
is meant to be
light in
placidity

Passing by

The fruit selling lady
Greets me every day with 'bye'
And I wonder
Why she does not greet me 'hi'
What to say to someone
Who just passes by

she turns she falls

she cannot dance on this edge
of uncollected dreams
she turns she falls
blindfold sensation
a next step perhaps a step
back into a melody
she follows never off track
this edge is steep on both sides
of random direction

truth lies

sometimes truth lies
sometimes in what is not
said

collector

collector
desiring for pearls
drowned
in an ocean of tears
who else would collect them
who else would
cause those tears