These are the rooms we have left,
where no sound echos, no songs
tissues smudged with make-up of forgotten shows
weapons laid
our youth hung up high
glasses empty
Yet I am here
I hear across the starfields
constellations we uncharted
To her, who still hears the music of the spheres,
remembers the light of some different moons,
her silver laughter cutting through this August rain,
tiny wet footprints she left on my soul
The flame of my waters, the milk of my bones.
She walks fearless, wild child of forgotten gardens
daughter of the forest.
Her world is now mine, mine hers
and we walk hand in hand as time stops frozen
now, now, now is our playground
though night sits heavy with the scent of our tomorrows.
I wandered through the fields by YHA-NTHLEI, literature
Literature
I wandered through the fields
This morning I walked through
a field of tulips, wilted flowers
with first damp earth of spring upturned
beneath my bare feet, and dead beetle wings.
And I walked, and I walked
to the mountain whose name no one knew.
And I hoped, on the other side
I would see the world I once knew well.
No tulips, no upturned earth,
when we walked in silence embraced
by the cold spring.
When all could be, and nothing could be real.
Before days get long again by YHA-NTHLEI, literature
Literature
Before days get long again
I live in the south, but my heart is in snow
Way up north, where the trees never sleep
And sometimes I dream of ice and of that other sea
Deeper. Not so ancient. Or ancient in other ways. Unknown and dark.
What am I to you? Freshly ground pepper. A sound of crickets in the morning. Rough skin of oranges from the garden. Freshly washed laundry. The one always too slow on her bike.
And then I'm not falling. But everything else is falling around me while I stand still. Even if I am firmly on the ground the world around me is falling to pieces.
All the lives we've had are gone. So we are careful what roads we take. What rocks we hide behind.
It is that time of the night
when the wax gets thinner
and I long for your touch.
I would lie to say I miss you now
Like it was not true when you were here
I've always missed you,
knowing how short our time would be.
My parents work night shift these days
picking up pieces of their youth
orange peel, sugar, Christmases we had.
And those we never will.
I know boys living in a wooden box.
Lead soldiers, some whole, some wounded.
Nameless now. I store the box under my bed
to keep my dreams for you only.
Only you know those quiet spaces
where Moon touches the water and
sets it aflame.
For you I leave the window open
even in the rain. Plea
in the end are we just
circles that have touched and then vanished
and I'm falling thinking of the sound my body will make
when I dive in
a splash that will not change the stillness of the ocean
except for that brief moment in time.
thin smoke in the light of his lilac dawn
zagreb, grey as ever
the sound of the first morning tram
on my birthday
the year is 2005
I had it in me, even back then
when the world was still ripped piece of map,
not a sheet I baptize with lovers
my soul was a chandelier waiting to be lit
my soul was christmas lights out of season
but I kept my wet fingers away from the plug.
You lead the way through the ruins,
poppies and grass for
my caravan of salt.
This land knows me from before
by footprints or dreams, whatever.
You call it yours.
And my wildflowers cannot
bloom in your nights.
All my rivers flow south.
And we flow south, to each other.
We meet unready, like two
ancient scriptures.
We read each other, while
the Books are closed
and the words come alive.
As we do.
Where are you now, my Moon
Gods whisper in the fields
summer's coming.
Your body by the pale window light
is still there, for others
the time has passed.
Mine next to yours, around it,
inside it. Choiceless,
we remain u
the last night I clutch silence to my breasts
like a lover.
the morning comes unforgiving.
cool air, cigarette smoke.
goodbyes.
I wander around, breathing city
in like his perfume.
I had lunch at Kismet,
hoping.
I parted with all of my pride.
Miracle happens and there is coffee
and sun and the sea.
Nearness. And once again goodbyes.
I'm tired and alone in front of 40 strangers,
and all I want is some peace.
Next day it begins. Vacation.
A golden ticket in my hand.
For fairy (chimney) land.
And goodbye once again.
Moonlit, lunatic goodbye.
Until I wake in a land of dreams.
Dozens of hot-air balloons.
And after
So now, after all
how do you deal with silence?
We have swallowed those screams
and the road up this mountain
is as endless as ever.
It is no surprise
that there is no one around
and the air is bluish
our hair seems darker.
Are we dreaming?
The trees of apples
are out of our reach
and the sea is far behind.
White sails are mornings
foamed in our memory.
Your hand in mine
as barefoot we walk
alone as always.
Moon birds sing golden
the cool lake listens.
in the end are we just
circles that have touched and then vanished
and I'm falling thinking of the sound my body will make
when I dive in
a splash that will not change the stillness of the ocean
except for that brief moment in time.
thin smoke in the light of his lilac dawn
zagreb, grey as ever
the sound of the first morning tram
on my birthday
the year is 2005
I had it in me, even back then
when the world was still ripped piece of map,
not a sheet I baptize with lovers
my soul was a chandelier waiting to be lit
my soul was christmas lights out of season
but I kept my wet fingers away from the plug.
You lead the way through the ruins,
poppies and grass for
my caravan of salt.
This land knows me from before
by footprints or dreams, whatever.
You call it yours.
And my wildflowers cannot
bloom in your nights.
All my rivers flow south.
And we flow south, to each other.
We meet unready, like two
ancient scriptures.
We read each other, while
the Books are closed
and the words come alive.
As we do.
Where are you now, my Moon
Gods whisper in the fields
summer's coming.
Your body by the pale window light
is still there, for others
the time has passed.
Mine next to yours, around it,
inside it. Choiceless,
we remain u
the last night I clutch silence to my breasts
like a lover.
the morning comes unforgiving.
cool air, cigarette smoke.
goodbyes.
I wander around, breathing city
in like his perfume.
I had lunch at Kismet,
hoping.
I parted with all of my pride.
Miracle happens and there is coffee
and sun and the sea.
Nearness. And once again goodbyes.
I'm tired and alone in front of 40 strangers,
and all I want is some peace.
Next day it begins. Vacation.
A golden ticket in my hand.
For fairy (chimney) land.
And goodbye once again.
Moonlit, lunatic goodbye.
Until I wake in a land of dreams.
Dozens of hot-air balloons.
And after
So now, after all
how do you deal with silence?
We have swallowed those screams
and the road up this mountain
is as endless as ever.
It is no surprise
that there is no one around
and the air is bluish
our hair seems darker.
Are we dreaming?
The trees of apples
are out of our reach
and the sea is far behind.
White sails are mornings
foamed in our memory.
Your hand in mine
as barefoot we walk
alone as always.
Moon birds sing golden
the cool lake listens.
These raindrops are not ours
They belong to
other people's songs
And in ours
they're just quiet background noise
But love is a lady walking by my side
in this far corner of our world
As I walk the streets beside her
entangled in the thought
of you with me, here,
I'm not cold, nor wet
not lonely
I dream of your warmth
and dream becomes me
I want to be the ivy
that you climb on
to reach the Moon.
I stare for hours into
blue and green
my snow owl
our blue and green
coloring spring and bleakest winter
and the walls of our house
the walls of lighthouse
that maps our world
for tomorrow
my tiny hands
are no longer mine
:)
when carribbean sun scorches into my skin
tattooes I had drawn in my mind on my body
I count all the ways you make me feel now
counting summers past like knots on ropes in the port
the ferrys on their way to Paradise Island
people resembling people resembling you
shallow loves have faded
like shallow water, the white jamaican beach
you close your eyes and you just try to catch your breath
before life sends another wave to break you
you can as well hold your breath
and go down that scary waterslide
cause you have no control anyway
and the road will take you just where you need to go
be it far from me
I wish you good luck
saili
rituals of spring sleeping by YHA-NTHLEI, literature
Literature
rituals of spring sleeping
tonight I drink for you
I drink my blood and the blood of the Earth
contained in sweet wine which flows
from where you were born
we share the veins with vines
under the same sun we ripe and we fall
the great harvest of souls leads us astray
to the field of stars, to the field far away
its map we had lost on our way down to light
to this life, and we walk blind in silence,
blind through the night
god, how I let you in,
to sail my uncharted oceans
to visit this crumbling shack of emotions
to this cave of despair,
oh how life is not fair,
at least not to you
here spirits of past still dwell and perspire
and water is always s
gretel is now blowing candles
walking in her brand new sandals
she knows her days are numbered
bruising violets along the road
kissing the enchanted toad
right after it snowed
but prince never showed up
fashionably late
how nice it would be to dream
smiling in her rocking chair
playing with her silver hair
hiding in black fox's lair
beneath a rotten cherry tree
she sleeps.
in what moment of life do you stop remembering the silence that falls on Pallazzo Foscari Contarini when I stood breathless on the other side when, drowning, you choose to sink instead of swimming back up because you simply cannot believe the moment the ground beneath you disappeared. it's funny how we get used to the grief and st. lucia on that day was just mine i will never forget that silence. on that day, or some time in december. every year. st. lucia on st. lucia non poteva essere nient'altro.
I see you in my dreams and it is seeing myself. It is always the same, the starry night on a flat roof of a house, by the sea. We don't talk cause there is nothing to be said. A mirrored self existing in two separate bodies with two lives completely apart. But, this awareness of there being no time and no space, of our lives completely diverged - does not make it all done and over, especially because in me it all exists at the same time. Lo spazio e la luce per non farti invecchiare
It has been a long full circle around the Earth. The trees old and tall. Solitude like raindrops. Abundant. My thoughts a caravan that never reaches the end of the journey. In some dreams, just before it dawns, I feel much more than I should.
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