Slowly Poems

Between dream and memory, I dance on the rain that falls slowly

Between dream and memory, I dance on the rain that falls slowly,
I didn't run from the cold drops, but caught them on the tip of my tongue,
Laughter and chaos spun in wide circles of joy,
I stepped on water with bare soles, and the sky was close to us.
We whispered winter stories under the gray and

Too often, I fell in love with you, like falling asleep,slowly

Too often, I fell in love with you, like falling asleep—slowly, then all at once,
my heart warms every time I look at you, my gaze lingers,
every time you walk past, now I find myself always remembering you,
all the love songs and late-night scenarios are covered with thoughts of you.
Yet I wonder, am I helplessly in

Where Peace Bleeds Slowly

I arrived in Moscow on a morning veiled in silence,
the sky holding its breath over the Kremlin.
Putin’s eyes met Zelenskyy’s—
not as enemies, but men who had buried too many sons.
The vodka was cold, but the room burned with memory.
I said nothing at first—
sometimes, silence is the loudest wisdom.
Then I spoke:
“Peace is not the absence of

an abuser starts out slowly

He began to take her away from her hobbies.
No big deal, her friends thought.
Then he took her away from her family.
They thought it was just young love.

After the marriage no one could get in touch with her.
He had sequestered her far away.
She no longer seemed to have a phone.
Her social media accounts were closed.

You don’t

When God steps onto the stage, the curtain slowly falls

When God steps onto the stage, the curtain slowly falls,
And the world as we know it dissolves like a dream at dawn,
A dream that becomes vapor, rising toward a timeless sky,
And we stand on its edge, watching as all we knew
Melts into a sea of light and shadow,
Where outlines disappear and transform into something else,
Something

If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly

If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly,
I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally,
I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories,
On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion.
But here we are, in this

I Slowly But Swiftly Fell

I slowly fell deeply into a sensual daze
After the hours I kept his intense gaze.
Hoping what we have is not a phase,
As for what I am feeling, there is no phrase.

I swiftly fell the moment we kissed on his bed,
After the hours he waited, while I was in his head.
Wishing for his love, without a

Out of the mist of silence, strangers emerge, slowly fading into the midday light

Out of the mist of silence, strangers emerge, slowly fading into the midday light
their steps rustle petals, and the flower-filled street stirs like an old dream.
I let my thoughts drift, white, like a fluff of feather among tender shadows,
I hear how the voices of passersby become the scent of apricots – then oblivion erases them.
A

I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time

I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time,
My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind,
I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain,
To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence.
I drown in an ocean of

I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories

I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories,
like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal,
everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo,
your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown.
You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't

Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near

Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood

Slipping slowly

I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly
It was somewhere in the dark
Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry
I’m tired of saying goodbye
     -
He agreed

It might have been some other day
When my paintings taunted me alone
Or when I first realized I’d one day be all

In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly

In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly,
On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays,
The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten,
And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words,
Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters,
They trap me

When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light

When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light,
As if the dawn had learned from you to gently and gracefully dispel the night,
The night spent all its prayers for this silent and divine moment,
My hand traced the gentle contour of your cheek, and time paused for a heartbeat.
Your serene smile

As sand is slowly shifting through an hour glass, so are the remaining earthly days, of our lives

It was something that the Holy Spirit, recently gave unto me as an open vision.
He showed me the picture of an hour glass that was practically almost running
out of time.  And than I saw the word "RAPTURE!" Right along with these very
self same words, "WE ARE VERY RAPIDLY RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"

The Holy Spirit

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