With candleflames of my desires
i'll ignite love
on your sleeping skin

touching
those syllables of your body
the night alone can claim.


i wish i could creep
next to your creek
where buds open one by one

without the permission
of any sun.


if my hot waxed candle could speak
of the volcanoes beneath that leaps.

how fiery, how steep

But helas
breath and sleep in their ravines deep
have taken you far beyond my reach.

Are you the sacredness
distilled
from my longings
red poppies flaming in the fields of the skies.

Are you the holy wine
pouring into the cup of my heart
Are you the lotus of silence
blossoming from the pond of my meditations.

Are you the stillness i have been seeking
through mindful consciousness
of your existence.

Beloved , infinity is only a beautiful tiny dot
on your face beholding this love
weaving you and me as one.

In gathering you
i have only gathered myself.
i can't talk to you but through poems.

where ever you walk
your foot prints becomes poems.
when you look at me, it becomes a poem.
each and every part of you is an illuminating poem.

i read them so carefully
their scintillating words becomes
the dark sensual songs of my nights.

Come to me oh Weaver of my soul,

weave from my nakedness your translucent veil
wherein you collect
playfully
the falling raindrops
migrating from the clouds of my entity.

If, in you, i can't encounter love
then, there's no where else to go.

light the light in my eyes

i drift amoung memories of lovers,
the paths between the shrubs, fields and sand.
i recall the quietness in your room
the longing looks in your bewitching eyes.
you took me from touches to kisses
kisses to soft moaning of love.

But now what mists have gathered you
that i can neither hear your voice nor see your shadows
what name can i give to this silence
that sinks like a stone in my soul.

i could write a poem of pain
that could be so insignificant
because the burning in here is more than a fire
or more than a tear hanging like Christ on his cross
Maybe something is waiting like a lamp in the darkness
that could be lit again by your sweet murmurs.

Miss Brandel - alias, Amelie Poulain.

Cosmic glow worms gleefully flit
accross the blackboards of darkness
while Miss Brandel talks to midnight skies
wondering
to which star she'd be murmuring this night
Which one amoungst them
would bring news from her lover
So she sits by the edge of the moon
and travels casting her nets arround constellations.

And Miss Brandel at daytime
walks with the sun in her hair
takes her path
to the mountain tops
to look at the ocean dancing
And when she comes down
no flower can hide their secrets from her.

And if by chance the sunlight catches her tears
a rainbow rises in her eyes
Every rainbow you have seen has always come from there.

The sun encircles her
but does she know how beautiful she is
While she passes by
the sky looks at her with a jealous little sigh.

If you are stillness, in you i shall drown.

In between your silences i have sat
in awe.
In between your words i have watched
the birth of thunderstorms and rain.

i have crawled through the souls of the most beautiful landscapes
just to take a look at your face.

Miles and miles of words have walked out of this silence
to touch your hands.

For weeks i have sat alone
but never felt lonely.

Love threw me like a pebble
into the pool of happiness.
And in you i have sunk so deep.