Friday, January 26, 2018

Storm

Storm
The storm is coming. All its heat will be driven upon us. Yet before it comes let us thwart its malice and make a sweet love upon the grass. Let us impress our lust upon its soft, green, blades and leave the shape of our ardour as hollows that wait for a quenching flood. Then we shall also wait satisfied and yet still thirsting. But that shall not be the end, for we shall wait to taste the first drops of rain. Savour the clear drops that fall upon us and let them wash away our drying salt of passion. There under cover of endearment we will watch the lightning sear gloomy skies and such a thunder shake us, we shall think we are in the throes of passion once more.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Falling Stars

Snow

























Snow swirls in moonlit silhouette
As if the universe has frozen
And the stars are falling to earth
Silently it falls through night sky
Drops in its brief victory till ruin
Yet just momentarily it is eternal
And all I wish for then,
Is to sleep upon this blanket of cold?
Merge into the fallen, yielding layers
And cool high ideals with the icy realism
Nothing is ever as it first appears

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Fragrant army

Summer

























Text here, in case it is not clear

They will come soon
Blooms will rise again
Come out the cold ground
Into borders and flowerpots
They shall
Spring from the draining meadows
Like soldiers of peace
Marching under a summer sun
And they will come
To wage a war on gloom
And in armistice's of exquisite colour
They shall,
Make such a fragrant peace
Upon the winter ravaged earth