The Chapel

There is a picture of you
sitting next to chapel.

Fanned by the wind and long summer grass.

Someone else had this glimpse.
I wanted to own
THIS little moment of your soul....

And I got it...
In the long rainy afternoons,
sinked into a sofa
just being silent...

Foreheads like trees,
and minds like roots.

Now the pages of our book are dusty,
lying in the depths,
bleared by the veils of time.

Locked in a room with cold stone walls,
I am wishing to scream.
But there is no sound when I open my mouth...

The Scent of Rain

Left alone in the street,
I felt it coming.
ready to wait...

The rain touched my skin.

Wanted to burry my hands
deep in the ground,
let the water to come in
through my fingers.

I longed to get lost
in the forest,
meet you on forgotten crossroads...

I wouldnt speak.

I would lie down in the grass,
with the scent of rain,
let myself to be changed
in the figure you like...

Moon symphony

An outline of a dark sillouette
slowly dissapearing from the sight
I knew...

Once it used to be YOU...

Frantically running time and
I could not move
tightened by the heaviness of pain
What an irony...

Quiet night came at last
The moon playing her symphony,
with reflection in deep blue water
made me feel clean ...

And with the breath of a midnight air
the roots of the trees
wanted to embrace me...

Before sleep

Tired, with head on my pillow
I had a feeling someone whispered...
There was a blow of the wind
and I fell unconscious.

Falling through the blackness
time had no existence
I opened my eyes
gazing at purple sky

The silver sun was too close

Naked, my hands began to open
smooth and untouched
A new breath
new born now..

Eternity was in me.

I stood upon the mountain
with the braveness in my heart
Unknown worlds could not scare me..

I felt you somewhere near
Decided this time,
I won´t loose you....

The silver sun was so close...

Sen o lásce

Ještě jeden krok
A poznáš, kdo jsem...
Za maskami pro svět,
duše v prostoru ticha…
Bílý dáka zjevil se mi ve snu
A nebál se..

Mluvící hlava na nábřeží

Krásná je noc.
Společník podivných stvoření
a ticha.

Zahalená do tlustého kabátu
ani nevím proč,
toulám se městem..

Příběhy teď nevypráví lidé...

Řeka a její vlny
kamenné nábřeží,
spící domy.

Starý sloup,
zrezivělý a unavený..
A na něm rozšklebená hlava.
Cosi šeptá...

Sedím s nohama dolů,
světla pouličních lamp a jejich odlesk na hladině,
kamenný chlad.
Poslouchám ten vrzavý hlas...

Než se rozední,
ještě je čas...

Duchové lesní

Lesní stíny mě objaly.
Tančím v šeru a duchové se dívají,
pak se pomalu spouští ze svých útočišť, lehce padají
a tančí se mnou.

V celém tom víru nás nikdo nevidí, nikdo se neodváží.