Like Two Feathers ...

Like two feathers,

dancing in the marvels of the space,

leaving a golden imprint behind,

Like two feathers,

Captured and freed,

Like two feathers, golden feathers,

touching the sapphire corners of a dream, 

in a weightless sail to an endless delight, 

Like two feathers,

We dance to the golden melody of each other’s eyes,

Like two feathers

We leave the whispered curves of our motion in the sapphire corners of our dream!

Like two feathers we weightlessly sail  to an endless delight!  



- For  D.T.F.

A Short Walk!

A short walk;
A short walk around the kitchen,
A short walk around the yard,
A short walk around the neighborhood,
A short walk around the classroom,
A short walk that was stretching, exhausting, and seemingly- never-ending,
It was a short walk around the year that surrounded the entity that is often called "life"!

With Baudelaire!

“Remembering is only a new form of suffering.”  
- Baudelaire, Charles, La Fanfarlo, 1847.

Autumn Serenity!

The impossibility and the possibility of lost sensations! 

In this plight, 

when the fiery autumn pours over the paved particles of my memory,

The longing for serenity begins!

 

Burn Like Silk!

Silk burns itself out!

The autumn quietly walks into the small yard.

The cat hums to the burning leaves!

The desire to burn like silk, smooth, clean, and calm, takes over the fiery leaves!

(An Autumn Haiku!)