white dreams
shoulder of green leaves
light stretching its hands

how to breath
the wind
had stolen the air

long distances
short means
an unique situation

the end of the path
rests on the peak
hands full of sunshine

meeting in time
blue sky
dreaming of moon sight

starry mind
window
to see inside

flying football
mirror of sunny rays
in hug with South Africa

music pause
fills the space
with tender steps

phoenix
in the garden
of heart

words
written by evening
alive till the morning

feet
on flower 
breathing rainbow

huddled up
holding their breath
soft sound in green

paper flowers
duplicates
of feelings

dance in space
slipping on sun rays
the air sings blues

the moon
had remembered my window
it's here again

moon
stars
and a sleepless window

the book is closed
the said is said
o the ladder of opinion

the morning
is not late
early-rising light

morning
a new revival
today is bright

to complete your dreams
you have to be a dreamer
many are watchers

love is a tool
that helps you see
stars inside the heart

sun rays
in competition with
your face rays

words as hot sun
empty hands
chapped and thirsty
fingers touching mirages
that melt
the longing of the desert
makes the heart wet
...
the sun is dry

Chinese fan

candle light
memories and dreams
in time's hand

heart beats
crossing the air
alight on my hand

warm morning cup
tea with lemon and honey
breathing in blossom

sunny rays run fast
touching the morning dew
clink of shining grass

warm evening
dinner and sweet melon
shared with friends

last bird songs
breeze in the dusk 
early summer hug

beautiful words
coming in mind
song waiting for dance

stars knock on the window
golden orchestra
plays evening medley

love and beauty
drawing wedding ring
on life's finger

words into the eyes
wings flicker with passion
..love at first sight

born and dead
every day
oak shadow

life in a water
at sun light disposal
reflection in green

pink early morning
waking up in silence
shadows appear

coral breath melody
from the depth of the sea
sailing end over the sand

 This is love;
To fly towards a secret sky,
To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment,
To take a step without feet,
And to disregard what appears to be the self,
Heart, I said, what a gift this has been,
To enter this circle of lovers
To see beyond seeing itself,
To reach and feel within the breast.
-Rumi

copper wrinkles
reflections of leaving sun rays
caravans across the water

good night song
orchestra of loving stars
in the cradle of moon

somewhere
a warm heart
shares a joy with me

read your heart
look at pictures inside
it's your beautiful life

meetings on Sunday
greetings and smiles
a day longer then week

the book of memories
is old and dusty
writing a new story

old stories living in past
old moons and old days
meeting the sun of today

I know
your heart is enough
two are home

early morning hours
thoughts stretching themselves
to reach solutions

net of roads
hearts scattered
on intersections

raining sentiments
who cares of you
just bye a pink umbrella

the same words
the same tune
a beautiful song in my mind
how could I sleep?
how could I be awaken?
it's the same...
it's not an insomnia -
it's a condition of being alive
and share in the sternity

no difference..
the night is as the day
the sun is going his way
the moon is going her way
but me -
I'm not going with them
I'm here...
I stay
they are moving around me
changing the light gradually

a letter comes
from the divine
stars greeting the day

shooting star

it never be seen again
the moment has gone
shaping its leaving

the wind plays
over the green field
sunshine waltzing

lavander field

dawn plays piano
air listening to velvet song
meridians of scent