My very dear Winter


My very dear Winter,
Let all the stars to shine,
Inside my  burning hummer
Through all the blackened nights.

You could recall the fire
From all the missing lines
While dancing with a flier
Behind of mirror’s  times.

On eyes of snowing, running
The wish, the step, the mind,
I paint you as  my saving
And loving angel, kind.

And even if the hours
Scream too aloud on days,
My very dear Winter,
Hug all my wildest ways.







In response to The Daily Post – Photo Challenge, Serene

The Heart of My Thoughts



Are beating on nights and stepping through feeling
ideas while dancing with autumn. But singing 
the same oldest song which got space to cross
through borders and walls till heart of my thoughts. 

Are beating on dawns and hugging the light
sweet callings of love while white deep and might
become one with time, great pastel on spots,
which spark from my eyes till heart of my thoughts. 

The beauty and kindness are kissing the earth 
while wishes are flying to get what is worth,
my shy smile is blooming and brings others lots
which caress and embrace the heart of my thoughts. 






Deepest dream

Behind of smiling flowers, behind of lights of stars
I saw on other worldliness the bridge up to my peace.
I’m still behind of shadows and write in other books
A long poem to Life while dancing with my tears.
While running in the darkness in winter’s nights to reach
The whole embrace of mornings and giving up the scream
Of all the painful hours, still looking to my bridge,
I dare myself, while singing and live the deepest    dream!
While heavy rain is falling in all my winter days,
While singing with a faker which just broke out my faith,
I dare myself to walk through hope’s and mornings rays
Ahead of lately hours, to catch the dream onset.

The square of my time

I’m walking embraced by thoughts
Which call all the light through the sky.
I’m praying behind of my nights
When nothing goes on in my try.
I’m writing long letters to God
To bring piece of light on my heart.
While walking embracing the mind
Alone on the square of my time.
Still knocking to doors with no answer
It’s getting too cold on my way.
While Winter became a wild dancer
I’m waiting for Light on my pray.

The queue

Today we will stay in the queue
while embassy’s staff count on rules,
while nothing just plays to the roof
and brings up the hope to the blue.

Today we will make up the queue.
Just six will be  allowed to breathe
each day, no more space, even seethe.
Just follow the nights till get to.

Today we will spark in the queue.
The timing is beating with luck
while running the race over dark
will embassy’s door welcome through.

Today we may count in the queue
the hours we struggled for rights
while nobody cared for the lights
which faded and got people screw.

Today  we  will seat  over queue
while questions become rude to us,
and love is accused being cuss
because dared and no borders drew.


Spinning around


Behind of dreaming hour,
Ahead of cutting time,
I left to flow its river
And running into mine.

Behind of flaming smash
Ahead of thousands thoughts
I burnt out to the crash
The silence through the nights.

And still ahead of stepping
Into the future mind,
I’m wandering and spinning
Around of time, and shine.