Grasps

In twists of fate
The prey surrenders
For a moment

Flight

One travels the world
With two broken wings
Awaits one's calling

Destiny - Part X: The End is Not

Some ends are never meant to be
Or go beyond what others see;
Some stories old revive with time,
Told by aged men for just a dime:

Sailors witnessed close to the dust
A ghosting ship of wooden cast
As breaks the waves as high they are
With a pirate flag on its spar.

Quite modern ships dared on its tail,
In the attempt all seemed to fail -
That ghost was fast, faster than wind,
In just a flash its image thinned.

A drunk seaman swore on its beard
A young captain’s voice to have heard
How it commands in an old tongue
As others warble an aged song:

“Oh old Mary, your heart’s ever young
From grip of fate we are all flung,
We love the seaway and fear not,
To captain’s voice we listen ought!”

How much, how much she loved this song,
She felt so young, she felt so strong,
There was no wave that could resist,
In captain’s wish she found her gist.

The captain felt he’d not aged a bit,
Was even faster in his wit -
Was with his love and all’s that counts,
Doesn’t all in fact to love amounts?

They used to sail from sea to sea -
Unbound by time, forever free,
Afar from world and what it brings,
Apart from fate and all its strings.

In flight years passed with hundreds now,
The oceans changed no matter how,
The mankind raised as fast it fell -
No one has lived enough to tell.

Far, far away from the known shore
A ghosting ship not searching more -
Pushed by her love she travels fast,
She found her way into the gust.

Mileage

Traveler’s fate
Imprinted in soul
Mile by mile

Imprisonment

Thorns of ice piercing
A rose against the window
Solder of one’s fate

Chorus

Oak leaves’ tremor
In the cold sunlight
Voices of fate

Toast

Raising the glass wine
For what now wasn't meant to be
No place for sorrow

Fate

Five hungry pikes
Found their morning fate
A nice dinner

Storm

The blows of own’s fate
A thunderstorm in summer
Bursting old fires

Destiny - Part VII: Old Love

From wave to wave the stars tremble,
From far to near in assemble -
The fall echoes though the trees,
Biting from wood in life's warm-freeze.

In stillness sudden new voices -
They are back, her heart rejoices!
She looks around; no sign of them!
She sees some shadows, maybe ten.

Puzzled she studies every move,
Follows the lights and voices' groove,
They greet each other – a farewell,
What do they do? She could not tell…

A man seemed to be left behind,
She saw the face, it looked so kind…
Is maybe he, she showed astound,
She felt like falling on the ground.

The old man looked still strong
No, it is him, she wasn’t wrong!
The captain stepped toward the house,
Her heart was feeling like a mouse.

I know this wood! He then exclaimed -
Are you old Mary? She felt ashamed…
He watched the boards, their tight bind,
Memories flow, from mind to mind.

The captain started to feel the wood
His hands were kind, it felt so good…
Tears of joy, flowing a river,
She heard his voice, its soft shiver:

I hoped is you! He said into a late,
I heard the story, I thought is fate -
To see again some parts of you,
I so missed you, you missed me too?

He let himself into her soul,
She felt not empty, she was whole,
His voice was caressing the wood,
The way it was, the way it should...

He slept, no joy she felt before
More than a feeling, it was more,
She felt asleep into a late -
Maybe there is somehow a fate…

Keep Knocking

Keep knocking at Heaven’s door,
Maybe somebody’s on that floor,
Doors might open over time,
Benevolence is not a crime.

Keep knocking in rhythmic strive,
Look inside and just retrieve,
That thought of greatness that’s too small
To feet the size of us, all.

Keep knocking, even too late,
When life has reached its final fate;
Do not attempt to not pursue
The state of art we all have due!

The Unknown Sea

Beyond a sea of cyberfaces
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.

These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.

If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.

Letting Go

   Has been some time since the last time I wrote something, I was not in the mood to express anything. Sometime there is nothing to express or other time when there are so many to express but no words can be found.
   I wish I could write more often, I wish...

Letting go

I had to let the bird to fly
From deepest see to highest sky;
I can not love, I can not hate -
Might call it doom, it's simple fate.

It's just a way of letting go,
Going through time, walking in snow;
I'm frozen and icy all around -
The wind is just a silly sound.

One step, the future holds in hand,
There is no thing to understand;
Just grasp whatever life becomes -
The time hides in drums...

The Magic of a Prayer

      To an angel

Oh, my angel, unseen your face
Between Hell and Heaven's grace,
Untouched your soul in light of moon,
Unchained your heart across the doom,

Bless my soul and bless my fate,
Give me love, show me the gate,
Light may gloom around the age,
Take me from my darkest cage!

Breeze, here it comes! I feel its way...
I let her in, I let her stay;
I let my soul in light of May,
She teaches my heart to love - obey.

Now is peace, and may forever last;
There is no present, nor the past,
There is no time and felt no space
Just magic, beauty, charm and grace.

Sensibility

So much beauty can hurt -
So, we’re crawling in the dirt,
Here, there, all the time
As if living is a crime.

Fugitives in our pride
Having fear as good bride,
Hiding love in our souls,
Watching for the sneaky owls.

Too much sadness, too much hate -
Maybe it is out fate,
Doomed we are across the age -
No step outside the cage.

Look, a shadow in the dark
Unveiled by a lousy bark,
Is your voice? Or is it mine…
Step right now outside the line -

Dear to look and face the sky,
Smile and now forget to cry,
No more tears for the worst,
Be then happiness your thirst!