Harbours are places for encounters
We go there often.
We play a game
Of looking at ships gliding
Through foreign scents and mists
and amiable far-aways…
Water is a place for
life and dreams.
Painting: Harbour flare by John Atkinson Grimshawn.
Inspiration: Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
Harald Sohlberg. I could write a poem for each and every one of his paintings.
A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany.
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What is the light without a moon
And the moon without the light?
The light is what we crave
But moon is what we see.
I long for a dream,
within a dream
that clears the sight
of you.
I am asleep and asleep
I feel nothing
But the cradle of your arms
like orange snakes
thrashing fears around…
Black and white tale
Shall that be…
Every night a little dream
in the dead of sleep
in the depth of you…
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Words spatter lights
in pools.
Do not squander their yellow glare
To guard you through winter…
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Art – Ivan Volkov, Tatiana Larina’s Dream from Pushkin’s ‘Eugene Onegin’, 1891.
Love is pawning your heart
For the trembling sweetness of a memory.
Love is the unnecessary moment
when you see Together…
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Love is imagination
Dancing dragons in the sky…
Love falls down in showers
That autumn rains could not blur.
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Love is painting sunsets
and dreaming at gleaming dawns.
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Love is Eternal
Unicity for One.
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Photo: Bill Flowers
Snakey Night, After Van Gogh.
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