7th day of April

Early morning when the lady of the castle called its mistresses. 

In the first 3 months of the year I could not leave this space. My heart was waiting. 

Today in the 4th month, on the 7th day I raise the clowds above 

I whisper to the wind and the clowds turn on eachother 

Swirl and they fight so that pieces of their effort gets dissipated into the dark 

Heavy rain started in the middle of their encounter 

The lady went outside and danced in her white silk dress with her hair raised above her soft shoulders, on which she guarded the sun and the waves of her heart. 

She danced a wild dance. Her feet cried. Her smile froze. 

And then the sky opened. The castle was flooded with a blue light. 

Her eyes looked for his presence. Her hands drew his smile in the dissipated pieces of the dark. 

She took that smile and touched her waves. Her shoulders shivered, her body trembled and her knees were upon the ceiling as the wind shattered all that was to be shattered. 

Still she kept his blue and his smile.  

complicated woman

In my quiet moments 

I get to reflect

and every time I decide to be easy going

not complicated 

just simple straight forward nothing else then what it is in plain sight. 

But no. 

I am full of layers and layers of desires, of round passion, of courage and of responsibilities and some hurt. 

In my mind stories are born every day 

On my lips words of kindness and growth

In my heart is not easy to enter and not easy to escape. 

shared time and space

when I write to you I feel guilty 

although there is nothing I write about to feel guilty. 

I feel guilty because no matter where I am I would give you parts of my time and a little bit of my space. 

a moment in time

a tender kiss 

a kiss that needs no introduction 

a kiss that would ignite my being 

a kiss I waited for, a while ago 

a kiss I abandoned 

a kiss that I dreamt about 

a kiss I buried on a bench in a park

soft at first, exploring 

then growing the pace as if it would hook our spirits into a dark matter explosion.

uncommitted and full of desire

just a moment or two of tenderness. 

a kiss to remember

unreliable feelings

I feel your thoughts 

mid day and every other early morning

it may seem crazy and strange. 

my imagination 

is running wild into the sun 

running against the undeniable facts

forecast and light

the forecast for year to go 

is harder to explore

not as simple as year to date

usually it is linked with my heart beating a little faster when hearing your voice 

other peaks on every 7th of the month 

as 7 now is a number that got inside my walls.

it is linked with wonders and questions 

and damaged impressions

the forecast for year to go is unimaginable 

although

my soul still donates to the sun 

a trembling powerful light of different colors 

no expectations whatsoever for year to go

only a trembling beautiful unapologetic light that I can not control yet

as much as I have tried. 

yellow flowers

my space is full of yellow flowers 

of red roses and spices

of little hands and huge hearts 

of boys just learning to be boys 

my space is full of little paws 

of pink hair and nude nails 

of white memory stones and books and paintings

and bags bought to be kept in feelings of youth inside its layers.