Amer Jag

Mountain man,
walks trough the paths of solitude
towards the hut of revelation,
mountain man,
...

Miss,
I would rip out of the ground
not one, but thousand
flowers, for your beauty.
...

You who move the wind,
from chests to chests -
You, whose silent looks
blush the dawn's sky
...

See, it's not that I don't admire your beautiful eyes.
Indeed, I do. Often and much more than you think.
It's not that I don't look in the newborn night's sky
as the last one I will ever see.
...

I just need your eyes to drown in,
for me no better ocean is needed,
my dear -
when Sun falls behind your soul,
...

Once I met you,
nothing else seemed to be here
in this poor mind of mine -
then your smile, and eyes painted it
...

Fragrance of your soul
made my mind spinning around
your beauty
like a wheel in loved with his ground!
...

I hear drops falling down,
making silence just a dust in my memories.
I hear drops falling down,
no matters if it's raining, or dry as now.
...

I'll tell you a secret

Well kept in deepness of my eyes,
...

It always has to be so,

that every person for whom I care
...

If the presence of your attention
breaks every confidence of mine,
how can I stay sane and clear
when my feelings jump so high?
...

You are a little cold drop of sweat
on my sleepy body in some strange nights,
repeatable dream or
haunting memory settled in depths of my bed.
...

Do not touch little curtains
for they shade this moment
in their very own best way,
do not judge them,
...

Strings on the piece of wood
spin this room, oh spin this room
around your notes, spin this room
and paint these walls in dark red,
...

Maybe I went
wrong way, far away
pushed by some wrong winds
maybe I went
...

I just need your eyes to drown in,
for me no better ocean is needed,
my dear -
when Sun falls behind your soul,
...

Blow into the dust of
my silence, adore
every second spent apart
from my existence for I am
...

Punish me
with the silence in your eyes
destroy every courage of my manliness, and
pour a gray liquid of long avoided thoughts
...

Choked by the silk of time
my words died, voice
petrified by the emerging emptiness
escaped into arms of silence.
...

Lonely steps through the misty streets
of uncommon town, and sparkling blessings
from sleepy moon,
shower my existence together with this autumn rain
...