“Your tears” By R. T.

Your tears are the pearls of light,
A gift to all who could fly higher.
Your soul doesn't need my touch -
I am in every tear drop you cry.

I won't leave you alone in the rain
I'll keep you warm and hold you tight...
Your gentle smile appeared to me,
You’re not a tree, a leaf or a flower.
You are a rainbow, full of colors,
Shining in the dark of night.
I'll touch your hand and I'll say
I'm not here for a day but I'm forever.”

**********Natalie wrote:
"If I am your Rainbow,
You are my gentle cloud
To lean upon, to giggle in your ear,
To kiss your tender cheek,
To tease your, sparely, my dear!

Summer’s rainbow is a rare sight,
I am craving Cloud’s attention…
*******************
Don’t forget to notice next time,
How Cloud caresses his Rainbow."
May 3, 2008

“First Morning Together”

R.:
I am pressing my lips against your closed eyes,
I hold you close to feel the beating of your heart,
I am hugging you gently from behind,
Kissing your neck while brushing your hair.

You are taking my both hands,
Holding them without saying words…
I’ve read in your eyes what you didn’t say,
You don’t want me to leave anymore…

N.:
My heart gave away clandestine thoughts:
I am happy you found me, dearest …
I feel safe when I feel your caresses,
I love the way you brush my hair…
May 5, 2007

“Fountain of the Soul”

R.:
I will keep your precious gift
In the deepest part of my soul
That no one could harm or steal,
Your beauty is mine to behold…

You are the water to satisfy my thirst,
You are the fountain of my lips…
You are the keeper of my sword –
You may save me or ...kill.

N.:
Cuore mio,
If ever I’d use that blade
I’d take poison a minute later...
Our lifeless bodies would lie
In an old crypt of Verona –
We were together in Life,
Forever together in Death…

Your fountain of love
Should never be concealed
Keep it in the open, my heart,
For all to admire and to see…
*********************
The world is a better place
By seeing more beauty and grace.
May 4, 2008

“Dante Alighieri and Beatrice”

You are my Signore Alighieri,
I am your Bice Portinari,
I will keep you in my heart forever
Until I close my eyes for the final time…

When we met on the bridge in Florence
I said “Bongiorno, Signore Alighieri”
I have planted my love in your heart,
You’ve accepted and let it grow…

You taught the world about true Love,
Its patience, purity, desires…
I know, I’ve watched you from above,
And stayed with you through all your troubles…

I couldn’t protect you from the evil,
Yet, I was with you each night in every dream –
From the day we met in Ponte Vecchio
Until you were buried in Ravenna…


“Siete il mio Signore Alighieri,
Sono la vostra Bice Portinari,
Vi manterrò nel mio cuore
Fino a che non chiuda i miei occhi
Su questo mondo
Per ultima volta…”

"Siete arrivata come regalo inaspettato
Tanto che non ero pronto a riceverti
Uno schiantarsi di luce fragile e chiara
Un cesto colmo di colori di cielo ammantato..."
May 4, 2008

"An Agreement"

I made an agreement
A while back
With Loneliness
That drives some people mad:
She’s free to come to visit
Any day or time,
My door is always open,
So is my mind;
She’s free to be around,
Evening, day or night
As long as she wouldn’t
Corrupt my mind,
She has to be quiet,
And know her place,
Be patient and calm
Sharing my space.
She must to behave
And act like a friend:
Respect my rules,
Respect my game.
**********
When you are not
In the position
To choose or change –
Except circumstances with
Dignity,
And then ...dictate!

November 2, 2001

“A Tribute to Friendship”

I think friendship, like any connection between the two human beings, is a commitment; it has to be equal and mutually pleasant. Like any bond, friendship is about sharing and not about taking without giving something in return…

Aristotle:
“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies”

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, British poet, XIX century:
“Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.”

“Wondering Psyche”

The moon is a round piece of gold,
The skies are velvet underneath,
The air is crispy and cold –
Too cold to dream, too cold to breath.
Yet, perfect to counting stars,
Perfect for minds to wander,
Flying away and far
Into the Universe’ winter.

"Too cold", -- whispers my Soul,
“It's time to return,
Back to Earth, to a dying fireplace,
To take a familiar human form,
To recognize familiar space.”
* * *
My mind, half asleep, half awake,
Half-recognizing familiar space
Would search for stars and moons again
In the Universe of my fireplace...

January 3, 2001

Personal Daily Horoscopes

“Once Again”
Everything is known to the Stars:
My past, my future, current thoughts…
To something that is made of dust,
How could one trust?

I’ve trusted someone once again,
I could be once again betrayed,
I will not know it unless I take a chance…
I’ve got to be intuitive and brave.

Peacemaking between what I love
And what I want is always a battle,
Today however, I don’t mind it at all,
Whether I win or be toppled.

“Whatever”
I know, every day cannot be great
To everyone’s pleasure and taste,
If it was, one couldn’t appreciate that…
I’m writing this one off - to experience!!

I won’t get angry over matters
I cannot control,
My mantra for today will be “whatever”,
“I want no part of it at all”!
*******
Tomorrow’s another day,
I want to make it very clear:
We know each other quite long,
I think I’m interested, my dear…

“Me, Magnet?”
I am a veritable magnet at the moment –
Magnets attract all sorts of things,
I’ve got to be certain (for that fact alone!)
I don’t attract something I don’t intend to keep.

“An Invitation”
Just as I thought I’d get some rest
A certain someone sent an invitation…
I think I’ll accept it and go ahead –
I’ll get enough of sleep when I am dead!

It’s all about my looks and its impact:
If I am satisfied with looks, I’m feeling fine,
If I feel fine, it influence my act!
My body was and is my sacred shrine.

“Your image encountered…”

"To One NYC Artist"

Your image encountered so briefly,
It didn’t stay in my memory’s eyes…
Who are you, stranger, please tell me –
An actor or a jester in disguise?

What makes you happy?
What drives you mad?
Would you let into your heart
A brand new friend?

Not remembering you at all,
I made my own sketch in my mind
Based on your words, the sound of voice,
Here’s your portrait, gentle and kind:

Your fingers are thin and cold
Yet, strong and demanding,
Your eyes could see into one’s soul,
Kind but commanding.

I’ve sensed you are soft and unsure,
Delicate yet determined…
Your body is frail, your mind is pure,
You’re wanted by all and …misinterpreted…
March 5, 2008

“There are things…”

There are things that make me blissful:
Gentle weather, soaring skies,
Early spring’s delicate whispers,
Warm evenings, starry nights.

When people are pleasant,
When the moods are right,
New friends are not pretenders,
Not showy, but warm and kind.

When everything goes as planned –
All trains and buses are on time,
Pilots are handsome, drivers are pleasant,
No thunderstorms before the flight.

When people are a bit old-fashioned –
Trustful, simple and try to oblige,
When men are protective and gentle,
And wives are as sweet as home-made fudge!
Feb. 9, 2008