The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad.
In the days of loud silence,
rain always called on you.
Your way into my thoughts and tears.
*
Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey.
The blue is in your eyes only.
Come along and listen with me
to the drops dripping down the window.
Like once upon a time down to our curls,
while in love and smiling,
we kissing each other under the clouds.
*
Your head is on my heart.
I am silently touched by your skin.
The gentle warmth of voice.
Your hands on my face heal everything.
*
Heavens Weltschmerz for all sad loves.
Maybe spring will bring something new.
New love and joy.
*
Piano music is somewhere in the distance.
A full circle day is approaching.
Announcement of the golden days in Marrakech.
With flower petals on the bed
and the view of the sunny oasis day.
---#---
A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower.
Planted on your chest a long time ago.
Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses,
the silver key became.
Which opens the door to dreams of parallel
lives.
*
Intoxicated, in a crystal boat,
we glide down the green waters of the
mystical river.
You lie on my shoulder and kiss my cheek.
Opium magic voices dripping from juicy lips.
You describe the beauty of our unborn son.
Below is the depth of dreamy water.
*
I stared at the bright emerald tower in the
distance.
Nocturne above Miscatonic castle whispers.
It feeding hope of a trapped past.
And the life of our love without a decade's
sleep.
*
Our hands are tightly knit.
At the doorstep of the Hall of True Love.
Echoes of our steps in consciousness.
As these guardians dragons eat out of your
hand.
*
The sages rushing through the ancient
books.
Around a massive bowl of jade on the
volcanic rock feet.
Inside, our hearts are embraced.
Soaked by magical wine.
--------
It is so lonely under the starry sky.
Our soul shells washed away with the speed of life.
Emotion bones faded.
With an empty eye of own skeletons,
they count the stars on the cosmic vault,
seeking for the meaning of the life show.
*
Surrounded by a multitude - alone.
In disbelief, I count so many treacherous.
They have hungry eyes and empty souls crawling in the mud.
They bow to the screens,
from which a river of fog flows,
covering their weak minds.
*
I know you exist, and you are far away.
I can feel your breath on my face.
I'm free to tell you all my thoughts, fears, and desires.
I reveal to you all of my secrets.
There is no fear - just pure joy of being naked in front of you.
You rejoice to my naked soul as you take your veils off.
There are all colors - it's beautiful.
*
Finally - on a sand pond - by the sea.
We are naked by all means.
Bare souls and naked bodies - you come to give me a hug.
Fairy light and wet - we merge into one being.
-----#-----
We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music.
I can see you only, and you can see only me,
while passion between us turns into endless blue.
*
In a flash, I can see
yours jump into the hug of insectoid past.
Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair.
You are chasing your shadow while dreaming of me.
You will catch her only on the horizon.
*
The great wall protecting my soul is collapsing,
hit by your lips and words.
Frightened, my soul emerges out.
*
My flying words towards you are frozen
by dead bodies.
Our shoes are in love with the path
through the cemetery acacia.
-----#-----
I'm entering your door, and the whole world was left outside.
It's all gone.
Two chairs and you and me.
Our bodies in the bed.
We turned into a tree of life.
*
Our bodies in the fire of life and the timeless passion that overwhelms us.
As in the Far East, you are my jade wife,
and I'm your circle that closes you.
You are my ticket to the ancient, timeless life temple,
who deep peace is calling,
to lead me with an inner touch,
to the place where our souls are caressing each other.
*
In the sphere of the tree of life.
We are eternally young,
and every time it gets more intoxicating,
when I love you down the back.
*
That sweet deep peace on the bottom of the chest.
With your hands, you gently placed it in my soul.
You give me your live juices,
while I'm hovering in the stellar magnetic fields.
-----
Raymund Kolbe 1894-1941
Joined the Franciscan
Helped Nazi including Jews
Sent to Auschwitz was executed
St. Maximilian Kolbe
Written: 8142018
Poetry Form: Cinquain
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza