Arhive etichetă | feathers

Fulgi de culoare…/ Flight as a feather

 

“To love means loving the unlovable.
To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable.
Faith means believing the unbelievable.
Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”
― G.K. Chesterton

 

Maluri sau mare
Somn sau visare
Cald și aproape
sau rece
Dulce, amar
Rug sau altar
Mâine vine sau trece…

Zilele curg, clipa îngheață,
gânduri și zbor, amintire…
Anii aleargă, timpul se-oprește
în șoapte de dor și iubire

Să ierți și să uiți,
să stai și s-asculți,
Surâsuri sau lacrimi albastre,
Fulgi și ninsoare,
sau raze de soare,
luna veghind printre astre…

Aripi din cer, pași pe pământ
în inimi
cuvânt sau tăcere,
În ochi căutare sau alinare,
furtună sau adiere

Tulpină de noi, petale de doi
în floare de foc sau de gheață,
Valuri sau pace,
Cărți, zodiace
Chip de senin sau de ceață…

 

Shores or the seas,
Winds or the breeze
Warm and close
or afar,
Sleeping or dreams
Rivers or streams

Tomorrow’s a gem or a star…

Days going by, moments stand still,
thoughts and flight, recollections…
Years so fleeting, time just a frame
for whispers of love and reflections

To forgive and forget,
to listen and fret,
Smiles or teardrops trickling blue,
Snow flakes and glaze,
or sun and sun rays,
the moon glowing so new…

Wings from the skies, steps on the ground
in the soul
silence or words,
Deep look beholding or bitterly scolding,
fiery beasts or sweet birds

Long stems of two, petals with dew
Flower of fire or mist,
Ripples or storms,
Freedom or norms,
Sweet eyes, forgotten or missed…

 

Nic💜le

 

My dear Phoenix

 

“There are times when a man has need of the open heavens
to compass his thoughts.”
Kathryn Worth, They Loved to Laugh

 

Acum un an, Draga mea Phoenix strălucea colorat și aprins, ca din eter.
Aripile păsării de foc… mereu întinse,  zborul… impetuos dar senin.
Călătoria… o ardere vie.

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A year ago, today, My dear Phoenix was shining colorfully and bright… as if by magic.
The fire bird… nobly ablaze, its flight… fervent but serene.
The journey… the burning life.

through golden flutter it floats
soaring tenderly towards purple skies
on wings of thought it emerges
and cold it falls into deep seated highs
it gazes candidly forwards
with feathers of sun and of fire
and yields from softly burnt souls
foamy flames anew rising higher

it arrives, it alights, coming alive – awaited for a very long time
it appears, reborn from the burn, …from deep abrupt inner chime

pouring forever into dreamy eyes
it casts long gone sparks to the world
it puts a blaze upon smoldering cries
its song, the chant of a bird
the old giving birth to a new beginning
the past embracing the now
magic arising from earth through the air
from essence of time, ..sacred bow

it rushes, it climbs, from fire it surges – awaited for a very long time
it shows, reborn from the burn, …from deep abrupt inner chime

it touches my life with its velvety wing
caressing my heart in its flight
it dresses my soul like the words of a king
and heaves into the night
it travels abysmally, horizons and suns
smoothly revived from my dream
fading away into blue morning buds
to bear my blossom serene

it reaches, ascending from silence and ashes – awaited for a very long time
it flies, reborn from the burn, …from deep abrupt inner chime

t/here... and t/hence