Shades of Love

Light and dark
Cast like a shadow, I stand before your lamp
in a room with many walls of perception.
The light, I see it burning in your eyes,
and the darkness in me disappears.


Creation
Creation is
when the water of your faith
falls on the tender roots of my heart
buried under every granule
accumulated over years that I spent
looking for a love I never knew


Lovers
Many times I write of imaginary lovers,
lovers I never had, lovers I never knew.
lovers without a face, without a trace
and sometimes I write of you.


Longing
In the hour that your breath became mine,
a moment encompassing
those years lost in time,
I still longed for you to be mine.

You

There is a beyond

And you are the only one

In this world

Who can take me there.

And there are worlds inside of me

That I can see through your eyes,

The worlds I have been blind to

For years. 

New Eyes

Legs folded, you sit

On the mattress.

The bulb lights half your face.

There is the other side

That I have been blind to.

Your words show praise

For a woman unknown.

Your yogic posture deceives me

And there’s more distance

Between us now than the space

Between our breath.

I know I love you

But your eyes

Drunk in love

More often felt

Never understood,

For someone who would

Be replaced next Sunday,

Changes something inside me. 

Creation

Creation is
when the water of your faith
falls on the tender roots of my heart
buried under every granule
accumulated over years that I spent
looking for a love I never knew.

Diamond

Little sister don’t be sad,

fly by

the bright blue sky.

Once the clouds are gone

It will be your sunny day.

And little sister, when it rains

out of turn you know

that a mystery is about to unfold,

and your eyes are about to see

that at the end of it all

the night will be beautiful,

studded with diamonds.

Things

Old Red bag,

tickets to a movie,

and to cities with distant names,

that restaurant bill

with the delicious soup,

long shut, replaced by a coffee shop,

the t-shirt with invisible holes,

the coaster from the garage pub,

the book with yellow pages,

with aged poems,

the image of a dim-lit night,

the creased photo of you and me

almost forgotten,

now stare at me.

Berlin night

I can jump the wall

and walk hand in hand

up and down the dancing hall,

with you, happy and high

and forget to remember you

when the night is gone.