The sky
Shining
like your eyes
I am but a reflection
in yours
It has always been so
but …
and…
my stand is firm
Embracing this sky
It has always been so
Knowing you 🙂
It will stay so
All that
An asana
of your and my love
Tag Archives: mountains
Like a dream!
Like a tale!
She cherished
Like a dream
I muttered
It’s just real!
He exclaimed
We looked a while more
until a cloud gulped the crest and changed its shape
until the mountains received an expression fitting to a radio ad:
“State of the art stage light technology!”
and marked a line of difference
of heights
of direction
of time
of mood
of changing gloom
An awareness urging to drop
Such identification
down a valley
A valley that manifests now
for that reason only
Facing the west
I said proudly
Confirming where east is
while the sun sets
Only if we were giants!
We could stand then barefeet on edges of these mountains – curves looking like beach rocks
We laughed
The echo
Converted us to giants
😀
Instantaneously
We saw us from times
as once they were covered
by ocean waters
and we picked skyflowers
growing over clouds
Rising the moons and the suns
Wondering
maybe also
Like now
If ours were more real
…
What if we were
as small as
Eagles are – to our sight – circumferencing skies
…
Or theirs?
…
Ours?
Theirs
…
An unheard echo of a laugh
From inside Lost
in a wild flowing
glacier water
Converted us to
something smaller
and translucent like
a ripple
Ready to play
A float of a fallen-bloom
Like a note
In a symphony
Unchanging
…
Until the light floated higher
towards a crest
and became a light-pin
of a pin-crest
Pinning soon a gleam
of unseen stars
which determine
Our true size
Now!
Laugh! Laugh!
Only then
‘Like magic!’
he points at a torchlight
from a scarce mountain forest
…
We both hope they are alright
We both know what it means getting lost on an endless balcony path without a map after sunset
…
Drama tic tac tic tac tic
Like that sharp mark on rocks
The shadows of extreme lights
Cut rising lights of highs and darks
of bottoms discriminated by mountains and valleys
soon to be dumped in the spook of a mind
…
How real or unreal is
the existence of such a line?
If it were a tale or a dream
or real
What
remains
incessantly
is the
Unchanging symphony
of all changes
A bird sings
Like a tale!
She cherishes
Like a dream
I mutter
It’s just real!
He exclaims
Holding hands
We become
Word of words
Body of bodies
Sound of sounds
And incessantly remain
In the unchanging Symphony
of all changes
