The most difficult thing in life is not loss.
It is to move on after your heart has left your body.
It is to keep breathing with a hole in your chest.
It is living on cold embers whilst being used to taming the fire.
Art by Andrew Ferez.
Hope is a wounded seagull
perched on a blue cliff
in mid storm.
It is the beautiful girl giving you a smile
and words that smell like midnight lilies.
Hope is the nadir
of this imperfect world.
Art by Christian Schloe.
She quit pretending she needs a hero.
She is her hero
Her own sun and stars.
She is her sunset above the sea
She is her moon in late twilights
She is her words making pools of smiles
For whom she adores.
She is the serpent slayer
and every day is a day of thunder and love.
Art – Water snakes by Gustav Klimt.
I wish I loved you
In the summer
When sun pours down
heavy drops of slumber.
Later in the twilights blue
Soft paced winds
Blow glitter
On the moon.
On pathways
Round lilacs and yews
Nights shuffle on leaves
With you in dreams.
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
If you want my love
Pay me in tenderness
Each day.
Art – Matrix of Love by Vladimir Kush.
Labyrinth is called
The love
outstretching and unending
like the gusts
of fadeless despair…
Against the mild dews
in pure mornings.
Tomorrows spread
and dawn always
Whilst the scent of your
Love is immortal.
Love is not love
if created in a feeling
of today.
Art – Joaquim Mir – The Labyrinth.
You’re my flame…
in the pitch-dark monster lair
and beacon in eery glares of ugly nights.
You are never away…
You are always in the array
of blooming next day.
Sometimes I do prey
other flames gleaming
But I am just dreaming
at the same organ of fire…
…”The heart is an organ of fire.” – Michael Ondaatje, The English patient.
Art by the amazing Rafal Olbinski.
I am the lilac hunter
I prey for smells of never-ending springs
I hunt at dusk
as I grope for the blue
Forever…
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
3D words are for when
the times are insane
and I proclame
I need one more picture
to show the same
love and patience
and yearn…
Given:
The night of last
was as charmed as the lust
for balmy winds
awake in the fields,
betrothed with hills
loved by the mere
and the surreal moons
Touching you
with the fire of springs.
Art By Rene Magritte.
Lust = pleasure/inclination/desire
Betrothed= having promised to marry somebody
Mere = a pool or lake.