Dream

A clouded dream on an earthly night

Hangs upon the crescent moon

A voiceless song in an ageless light

Sings at the coming dawn

Birds in flight are calling there

where the heart moves the stones

there that my heart is longing for

All for, for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall

Nestled in the emerald moss

The eyes declare a truce of trust
then it draws me far away

deep in the desert twilight

Sand melts in pools of the sky

darkness lays her crimson cloak

lamps will call, call me home

And so it's there my homage's due

Clutched by the still of the night

now I feel, feel you move

And every breath, breath is full

So it's there my homage's due

Clutched by the still of the night

Even the distance feels so near

All for, for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night

Hangs upon the crescent moon

A voiceless song in an ageless light

Sings at the coming dawn

Birds in flight are calling there

Where the heart moves the stones

there that my heart is longing for

All for, for the love of you

Lady of Shallot

Serenity

A Night on the Island

Nightmare

Види бе, погледни само..... насекаде е исто. Насекаде, скапани, американизирани луѓе. Насекаде исти, го преплавија светов. Вклучувајќи ме и мене. Планетава смрди од нас. Ми се гади. Ми се тресат рацете од презир. Се вознемирувам од огромната одбивност од се блиску до светот, до себе, од себе... Насекаде ништо освен гнила маса. Sex without love. Love without sex. Систем без поента, но со смешна да не беше трагична хиерархија. Ми се гади.

Каде појдоа боговите? Каде појде сета љубов на светот? Каде да ја дадам сета љубов? На кому? Чуму? Во срцето имам љубов да го згрее целиот свет, но и таа како да скапува во сета оваа трула околина, што не успеав да ја сменам како вообичаено. Што ме смени мене. Such a saint but such a whore.

Nightmare

Equinox

Just for this day, the wire grass is my friend.
His sacrifice unzips the fresh coffee grounds
of live earth worms in sodden, dead loam.
The textures of life hum a taciturn ohm,
healing my palms, removing the sting.

Just for this hour, my mind is unchained.
In the zen of monotony, a breathless breeze
invades each crevice; a gelatin balm,
smothering the static with insidious calm.
Compelled to give honor, I sing.

Just for this minute, my back is strong.
Digging up dandelion, pulling up poke,
wrangling the old growth, and raking away
the stagnant needles and lacy decay.
I’m struggling up from death again—
falling into spring.

White trees

Enlightening

...There is something left. You are in love. You have been in love with me since the first moment. You knew. I knew. You knew that I knew. There were obstacles along the way. I’ve removed them. That's the way it goes. I went to bed one night. I fell asleep before dawn. I dreamt rubbish. Songs before battle. A bad thing. I woke up, I swore, I sharpened my knife. I settled the matter. Now we're here. Now we are alone. Ask the blood. Listen. It bellows from love. Your face gives you away. Your eyes give you away...

Sounds of Empty

Spring

We can never be sure the sun will rise again tomorrow. Yet we can hope...

Deutsche Mythologie

Infidelity

What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness. - Baruch Spinoza

Fidelity

All Seeing Eye