Waves

(written with Beloved Serge to a beautiful waltz by Yiruma)

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surfing
the music of you
from tides of shoulders
to passion’s sky
I touch soft lanterns
of the city to
glowing tempests
of the cyan winter

Freedom
is the welling
of your miracle
in oriental scents
and chimes,

awakening
the reverence of shores
to accords
of the sun’s gift,

a timeless amulet
ador(n)ing each turn
of the night.

Moon’s breath
brings the wind
of north
to a rushing stream
that conjures voyage
on vessels
of tender thriving

And
all ships lead
to the harbor
of your eyes,
painting the raptures
of the waltz
on saplings
of infinite clouds

You and I

of the
sea violet heart

blooming
towards
Sol and Luna
of each other

Beloved

()

poetic beauty

my dad who now works in the extreme north of Russia regularly sends wonderful images of it. i love them so much, pure poetic beauty of nature chanting magically to the heart and soul. sharing some of them here (from different seasons).

p.s. on the twelfth one it’s minus 57 Celsius, hope trees are feeling well 🙂

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называй меня ветер

твоя улыбка –
волны света
в голубой ночи

фиалки облаков,
и словно
песнь рая
то горение востока

желания
бездонный
воздух
и вино
безумного дождя,
и шепот
‘мы одни’

чудо мелодии-
лишь дуновение Тебя
у мира
на краю-
твой нежный поцелуй
сквозь вечность
и сквозь
звезды

winged

beneath the window
Robin Wayfarer
tells the tale
of taiga woods
and the chariot
of northern lights

mage summons
straying moon
to the house
of midnight sun

the dreamful gold
of a candle
melts silver pastels
to misted air

by the garden door
a snow-veiled gift
of island pilgrims
shines an angel star

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(image by Beloved Serge, Happy New Year to all from us both 🙂

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guitar wings,
spread towards
the mountain’s
shelter

saffron attires,
snow-drenched

~sun~

you
are
my
every
prayer

we are
two smiles
holding
sky
butterfly

aflutter
in clouds
of light
and shade

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(for Serge)

jasmine

(for R)

how softly she talks
of evenings in Damascus,
of turquoise melodies
and mosaic chambers of grace;

as if the whole earth
is an abode of bliss
(because the stars of hope
to find home glow
never to fade)

and how gently her heart
blooms with jasmine love
in quiet endurance
during the outcast season
of shades