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
Autumn
Arriving of Winter
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