that graceful hand
in strange motion
from a shadow of shadows
is tracing the tapestry
of her sparkles
in aerial sand
thawed to shepherd moons
on canvas of the universe

and then a melody
from a far-flung atrium
of ripe galaxy
to the ventricle of clouds
to arteries of earth
(and warmth is
arms of his darkness)

from heaving decks
of the starship
world is a scripture
in pelagian blue,
a swooning somber eden
where seahorses
run to sky forever
across a vibrant vista
of collided solos surfing
orchestral blossom

on crowded squares
or silent narrow streets
they lift flushed carnations
from hermit sorrow
until the spirit
of shaman’s sea rose
beams through

touch, a glossolalia
of echoed skyfall,
its syllables
the essence of his burning
(a starswept vault
deep in the purple,
climbing down to merge
with aqua in minor key)

in pools of waving light
each wall is blurred
to soft deluge
of shifting sounds
(and even when
the cosmic wind
is breathless)
there’s only music
in cloud’s veins

(p.s. ‘pelagian’ is used here in the meaning of ‘inhabiting the open sea’)


in moonlit curves
of lulling hours
of spirits
and sapphire melodies
you speak-
the voice
within your eyes,
an incantation
on quiet yet flaming
mercury lips.

i keep a chrysalis
and softer remedies
for orphic wings
of desert flame,
a conjured shore
washed by spells
from lunar oracles
blessing the fall
of slow rain.

you place a rose
in the boat of shadows
and smile unwinding
a bewitching kiss.
blue salt is sweet,
the musing pours
upon the silent sand
from eden breeze.

the harbor is aflash
with song of carmine
warming the wood,
the air, the heart.

oh gentle pilgrim,
it is you who holds
more paradise
than all the cryptic
of eternal sky.

cello nocturne

this fragrant eclipse
of pulsing strings
bares a quiet cloud shore
singing in the tempest
heart learns
calligraphy of sailing
along the delicate sky

the wind wanders
like a moon’s echo
of hypnotic glow
on late april snow
as night murmurs a reverie
to the castle of sandy satellites

the rippled melody
of gentle eyes
weaves a whisper
of surrender
to warm somber sea

..arms sink to layers
of soft darkness

..candles heave the scent
of humming waves

and in the lighthouse
blue petals

{thank you beautiful}


notes are soaring on the wings of aubade rain, and i wonder whether the day began or this luminous hour still dwells in enchanting colors of your nocturnal shore.
the pulse of summer resonates within your skylit room as Fauré’s Pavane reveals the timeless dawn of engulfed embraces and azure smiles..

serenity is home. it’s breathing in fragile quivers of the spirit’s everglade, shaded with echoes from the square where we nightly walk.. hand in hand, our steps softly suspended towards the sanctuary of lanterned buildings and quiet cathedrals.

too hidden was the heart of snow, yet invincible this warmth of oceanborn arms releasing the inner tide of light.. there i ache to bathe you in clouded cerulean, cradling your heart on the waves of healing blue…
did you know that you are the symphony of reverence where all forsaken and lost dreams are coming true?

for you, for me, for the valley and sea

this watercolor fever
along swirling meridians
and i see, i sea
the way your quiet home became
so cherished, silverblue

yours is
wild mint
and seaberry rose

this night, oh this flight
is musing deep
to flower
within the intimacy
of dragonfly refrains
and tearful joy

after the confetti
from an aqua cloud
i piano your loving eyes
on the subtle path
of sylvan rainbows,
a stirring echo
leafed through
our veins
as if each revelation
is born of
wild wind’s breath

i met your dream-
the chiming sun of eden,
a blushing lotus heart-
within a luminous sway
as nightbees of the mountains
the song of everlight
and your chambers dawned
a slow solo
for the airy world
of secret memories

and now
this tidal haze–
such humble blending,
such gentling flood

i melt, i’ll melt forever
into your soul,
into your arms


this morning

it seems
there’s been only a moment or two
since a thunder savored
the unripe blood of grapevines
to keep the memory
of your trace –

thyme tea. incense.
a weightless bracelet
weaved by a nymph
with dark sapphire eyes.
a magic lantern
on the light-seeking street.
paper boats to shape and set free.

and i recollect a day again.
the cottonwood fluff day –

one feathery careless hour blanketing our walk
in chamomile snow,
thin-layered on hills by the river

as if a thousand little meteors
traveled from milky way
to the furrowed empty land
and the slipping silk of orchestral waters.

you talked about signs for the heart –

stoned temple wings. a façade fringed with rust.
the posad skete cave. desert fathers
spreading agape word
along the nomad’s path.

i sang of random things.

time-flavored aspen chairs.
a wooden casket’s flesh. rosary’s ruby.
the black robe and scarf on macadam.
changing self-denial for sweet oblivion.

step by step
we cut mind’s sick spruces
and turned the nettle of cold cryptic wind
into the chalice of healing air.

we built a shelter of afternoon joy
near the silver arbor
beyond our pale reflections in the pond
and silently wished
we were attuned to trees –

the wandering rustle of birches’ leaves,
heaviness of trunks,
fragility of branches.

you told me
that the circling seasons’ idyll
was destined by most distant galaxies
that followed us on the way.

and they followed us

on my way home.

on your way
where shine is the love
you dreamt about

guiding you

to eternal summer


the valley of lotuses

sunbathing in the river
of a tender cloud’s embrace

shining an echo
of a kensho sphere’s chant

holy is
a breath of each flower
sprouting from the puddles
of this gentle pulsing light

its petal
like a warming dawn’s cradle

its blushing radiance,
reflection of the world’s delight

as if the open heart
of summer
quietly budding
into the peaceful blue
of satori sky