time passes,
it slips like dancing sands
in bitter silence.
and the pulse of the clock
gallops to hold the moonlight
before the aching hours,
minutes, seconds
die in midnight eclipse.
and we, people, we quickstep
stubbornly to a mortal rhythm.
ignoring, slaughtering
the fire and the ice of Eden,
when there is always
the malachite light in someone's eyes
to help you drown the sorrow,
to help you stop the absconding time ...
@ BT/2021
What if the flow of unpredictable words you so much adore
and wait with impatience to hear,
because it comes out with the language of my heart,
with the alphabet of my existence,
what if this continuous flow one day just stops
and I have no more beautiful things to tell you,
no more stories of miracles to share with you?
Will you then go to the first bookstore and replace my fairytales,
with a novel you will randomly choose from the first bookshelf you saw?
Or will you try to find new inspiration to touch my lips with,
so I could speak again only to you?
What if the brilliance, the enigma in my eyes
that you always wonder how to explain,
because it comes from a world of mystery,
from a land not mentioned in any geographic maps,
what if this secret of my look one day is just gone
and I have no more potential to see you as someone special,
no more effort left to look at you with love?
Will you forget the colour of my eyes and discover new eyes to look at
in the crowd of people ahead of you?
Or will you make me see the different, non-existing side of you
and make me love you even more because of it?
What if the temptation that comes out of my body
and you pedestaled in triumph when you first owned me,
ignoring the frailty of our powers,
what if this allurement together with my body
one day just turns into ashes
and I have no feelings to offer you anymore
not even a single act of care?
Will you accept the lust and the dry tenderness from a stranger you will
accidentally meet in a night club, drunk because of the fact you no longer have me?
Or will you read all scientific books to learn new ways to wake up
the volcano of hidden passion buried deep inside of my body?
What if my heart that is the centre of our lives
both mine and yours, because is connected to your heart
like a mom and a baby with an umbilical cord;
What if this heart one day just choose to take a different path
and I have no more stability to comfort you with
no more hopes and dreams to go after?
Will you stop hoping and dreaming too and take the road
to nowhere so you could forget about the memories of me?
Or will you collect in a silver jar -
two drops of rain, piece of sunshine and one snowflake
and give them to an African magician to create
a new heart I can love you with again?
What if in just one day what we thought is good for us
suddenly appears not to be?
Will you surrender and accept the waste of tune with silence,
like many others did
Or will you still stand by me and climb mountains, swim oceans,
make the impossible possible to bring it all back?
@ BT/2010
Words,
beautiful words,
red wine adagio,
letter after letter
even the violins admire you.
You taste of moonlight
when I spell you out.
You are that forever
nocturnal perfume
making the paper blush,
the pen dry out of ink in awe.
In your texture
the sunrise leans
into someone's ocean eyes,
the evening climbs
to every stranger's heart.
You wrap castles in clouds and
piano sounds shelter on you behalf
first love and sorrow.
Words,
clandestine words,
from lips to lips,
from just a simple inspiration
to a perfect poem,
you astound stars and city lights.
And I, 'the drifting poet without a muse',
bow, embracing you and the world in
every human victory,
every gentle touch,
every waterfall or river
that never fades into the distance and
never lets the shadows to stain your glory.
You describe forests and jungles,
snow and sand footsteps.
You hold the meaning
of the golden skies tonight,
of the thirsty flowers under raindrops,
of the emerald sparkles
in the eyes looking at me right now.
And in the naked solitude
of this complicated universe,
in the intimate secrets of life as it is,
everything begins and ends with you-
words, beautiful words- I love you.
@ BT/2021