on the Black Sea shore
there is a shelter
created for soaring sky and fruitful earth.
towards the emerald carpet of mountains
slowly fading away beyond crystal lakes
of purity so absolute
it seems they’re made of azure shine..
heavy breaths of waves
awaken sleepy air to gulls’ flights
and the vault colored cerulean
gives birth to cloudchimes
echoing in shepherds’ souls..
old gardens slumber by late summer dew -
here, the early blossom of magnolia
is knitted of fireflies’ kisses,
vulnerable harbingers of rainy august days;
and above the arbored monastery’s doors
opening to choir’s songs
about the silent suffering of martyrs
winds travel to the eastern cape –
a place where in my childhood reveries
Eärendil departed to Valar realms..
by ancient ruins
somber yet ringing with legends
silver grey temples
and groves of eucalyptus grow
hidden in the shaded valley
as the dawn begins its rise
shedding rays upon cypresses
and highland violets,
little queens with fragile silken hearts.
the white-roofed village
reminds of an abode for fairy tales
and breeze carves the rose on ancient walls -
a symbol of infinitely unfolding light.
linked to Open Link Night at the Amazing dVerse Poets