I will look to the moon till my eyes turn blue,
Or I’ll see you.
Can you see me in the dark?
Can you put me in the light?
Night is not to be embraced,
But lived…
Moon glaring by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé.
Moonglaring
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Deserts
“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”
― Michael Ondaatje,The English Patient
…As among dunes you can only see God or who you want. To see.
No assault to the imagination. No questions and whispers by people.
Only the wind carries wishes afar.
A poem soaring above the dunes brings the clarity of music and has the speed of sound.
And we get to see the glassy shine of Orion…
Love among deserts is never the same.
Part of magic deserts by Ivan Fedorovich Choultse.
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Hurt
So many have hurt me
Out of love.
And I have worn the scars
As triumphs
Over my weaknesses.
Now I see your love
On my lips,
Into the changing colour
Of my eyes.
Your tentacles are invisible
And caressing
As ever…
I feel your thoughts
Scattered all over
As floating images
In my mirrors, every day.
I Wish…
I were as beautiful
As a painted picture
On a wall…
