The Sorceress of the mountain
Casts her love spell
With an utterly enchanting song
Summons the spirit of Western Sea

The vitality of her passions expands far and wide
Forms an Ocean floats on air
The vortex of her burning desires
Undulates in the waves of cloud
Brings him sensations in the name of Eros, he can’t forget

This is how her love spell ends

Let love only conjure magic and beauty
Let love not to possess or alter what he is
Let love not bend the will of a solitary mind
Let promises and vows vanishing
Let him free, return to the Sea


Song of Spring Tide

As irresistible as his enchanted song
Rocks offered waves the world
of her contemplative mind, and passions
Giving shape to his imaginations

As intoxicating as her bewitching dance
Tempting him into the secret shore
His voice was to release her consciousness
Becoming colours, and shades of her desires

Spring no more
Memories intact
Another time
of the moon
She will be dancing
to his song
once more

Summer Tryst

An entranced gaze from their heart

She danced sensually in his heavenly whisper, simply art

A prolonged look heated the fervent summer air

Day and Night bonded to this singular love affair

A last lingering kiss in the end of the dawn

Night parted with her heart when day begun

The prophetic Sun ascending sedately in pale yellow

Where they locked their most intimate secrets in it’s highlight and shadow

To be his eyes

Day painted landscape with shades of colour

To be her Voice

Night sang a different song to every picture

Only they knew, their love is real


Arriving of Winter

The mysteriousness of your mind came through
The light of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars
I could no longer withhold my resistance
Against the pursuit of your desires for
The perceptive senses of my earthly form
When silence pulsing sound of ecstasy
A frozen moment in time
Where the invisible became visible
Heaven upon Earth

Underworld Romance

Farewell, beautiful sea anemone

I will miss your voluptuousness

It was a delicious existence

As a flow of your breath

Ice Swan

This is not an encounter

This is the moment I have been waiting for a thousand years

To have endured the loneliness of

Being attached to but not a part of

To separate from the indivisible whole

Exposing to daunted fear only to believe

The moment and the place

Continuously, breaking away from the past

Piece by piece; drop by drop

I formed the shape of a swan

In this storming winter morning

Moving with the full moon tide

Inch by inch, step by step

I stood on the black beach of Nordic Island

My beauty in the instance before your eyes

To be taken….

Every wave gentely reminded to me

The impermanence of the time and the place

I cried out my love for you in every trace of the light

After my body engulfed by the sea

I will return by your side

For your passion; to your desire

As a drifting cloud, an alluring flower

Or in the figure of a woman by your side