Lace patterns

Tiny ballerinas line up behind the curtains

Like goldfish in a glass bowl

Taking a peek to the world outside

Wondering who's out there –

The curtains swing up –

Their little porcelain hearts pounding like crazy

Music triggers their waves, luminous bending,

Their milky white hands move so softly

Like breeze over the rye fields –

Amazed they turn, they swing,

Driven by a strange force,

As if they were puppets on a string.

The dance unfolds its secret patterns

The tiny dancers see and feel and follow –

The sound waves enter their bodies

Transforming them into movement and light.

Cave

Rosemary got her heart stung in a thorn,

But the pretty one left her for a dandelion.

Now she walked with a cold cave inside her heart,

Her life's bits and pieces all fell apart.

How would she ever be able to get home?

How would she tell her father, where's this emptiness from?

She tried so hard to glue herself together

With colors and honors, with caresses of others,

But like the air, nothing she retained,

Everything just flowing through her

Not the smallest pebble remained.

No room with golden locks could keep her inside,

No spell with broken mirrors could cast this void aside.

In the chorus of the waking hours,

One blue night she sang along,

Her voice turned and danced like the fire

The hearts' cave filled up with song –

She can embrace her hollowed heart now

For being perfect in its resonance.

Indefinite

Tired to be

In definitive forms,

I'd rather be

Some kind of chameleon –

Color changing

Shape shifting

Vibrating chords –

My days, like a batter,

Molded by my thoughts –

I'd be the wind

To run away with clouds,

Then maybe the snow

To sparkle so proud,

I could be the silence

In the eye of a storm,

Or the lazy winter slumber

You'd never wake up from.

Winter skin

Winter skin

Burned by too many winds

I stand -

Hollow sounds

Pass me by

Luring -

They mean nothing

Their color bursts

Apart

To millions of tiny

Pieces -

I stand

Watching

Endless winter forests

But I can't see

Truth -

It hides beyond

Your Eyes

Your Breath

Inside the waves

Of your Years -

I am fog

I am fog

Elusive, uncontainable,

I come in the mysterious hours

Before sun takes reign

Over the endless fields.

Only birds join my walk

On shivery mornings,

Thirsting for dew, we float together,

Watching the world

In slumber.

I come in the lonely hours

Of late autumn nights,

Envelop you with my cold, wet breath.

Only faded lights join my walk,

Of candles and lanterns,

Thirsting for an embrace, we hover together,

Watching the world

Dream away.

Try to trap me

And I no longer will be fog.