Limpid eyes, quiet reticence
Reflections in the granite
Distant repose from my heart
Our tired souls find union
...
Quasi tactile contact and taste
A light, ghostly attempt to touch
Wet and tender, a sensuous attempt
My woman's lips-Baby, Beer and Love
...
Sparkling golden eyes above a Portuguese smile
Tenders forth romantic Westphalian treasures
Bright colours, cold days and verdant splendor
Quiet, gentle, dignity on a Cearan afternoon
...
A smile, a frown in downtown
A face, a place-How about a case
Dark eyes, a sigh, but no bye-bye
A caress, a kiss-a lot to miss!
...
Blending blue-black eternity
Seeking those who have fallen
Bathing the separated lovers
With no promises of rest or joy
...
In a haze, floating, curling the pellicle is kissed;
As the sacred Roman procession carries a cist;
...
Smooth sable pools beckon depth of illusion;
A darkened terror within a phantom of fusion;
...
Movement- within the bounds of destiny;
From bank to bank like not the river Dee;
Fated winds flow across, so it exits at lee;
An elect river remains the same, so it be!
...
Long, slender pearly fingers touch grasping small ones;
Colorful puzzle pieces slide effortlessly around a table;
Mother & daughter engaged in an intimate family ritual;
...
A diffusely lighted gallery rolls on to harrow
Framed in a raven tint, the portal-a barrow
Transitional tides in a cloister untold, narrow
pale blue flushes the passages to the marrow
...
Well within the banks of our eternity
Sky-blue bloom evinces a sad delicacy
...
Carol
Limpid eyes, quiet reticence
Reflections in the granite
Distant repose from my heart
Our tired souls find union
Ohlos limpidos numa reticencia quieta
Reflexoes vivazes piscando no granito
Um repouso distante de meu coracao
Nossas almas cansadas acha uma uniao
Hi Mishka - I love all your poems. Still I have Sybille`s last letter, as well as many romance/love letters you wrote to me. I never imagined you liked deep words and could actually create a vas amount of poems.
Hi Mishka - I love all your poems, still I have Sybille last letter and many letters you wrote to me. Are you living in Fortaleza? I often read your poems, online. Never I imaged you could be so creative, great is the volume of your poems ...It is nice to read them.