More beautiful than the winds Who by their silky back-and-forth Weave hope into destiny; And never has the hope launched Any man’s wager as high as the vital illusion Who rides his flight on the wings of the vulture.
If death can fly for the sake of stealing, is there anything that life, for the sake of dying, could not do?
I came from the source of joy I entered the source of night I walked across hard gravels until I reached the green meadows
I carry with me inside my heart mountains ringing out concerts Nests of love shaded inside crevices I come from the Light sources of joy, the bubbling springs of joy walking fast and without sway;
Towards the work of God, towards the winter sun, toward the spreading moor, towards the high brooms and hedges, towards the fresh rocks, towards the shadow of oaks and towards him who waits I have come to love
Your beauty seems just the same; let the cold winters’ passing strip the leaves off your proud summers, the beautiful springs turning to yellow autumns in the course of Nature’s advancing Aprils full of perfumed flowers burning up hot Junes, all running away
From the day I first saw you, I knew I had loved you forever upon first glancing – You still today as fresh as then, my eternal soul stopping to bend before you, still fresh and green —-
Life’s hand is a clock wiping away youth; yet still his hand stops to rest upon your cheek — stopping to move so slowly that no one can see the time eroding.
In this way your beauty stands still while ever changing and though my eyes may be deceived, I love you still as if You are forever young. Because, before you were born, the greatest examples of Timeless Beauty were already dead.
I lived on nectar, I sucked ambrosia, Savoring the sweetest from the deity; filled with frenzy I lit up the smoking altars as I did dance before the other gods, but my Secret god, he is a blushing jealous god who tracked my unknown star and I, disguised by Heaven refused his kisses, which he has avenged with helpless wrath;
blinding every envious human waging war on him, and I looking down from across Paradise how I despise his Heaven, his challenges and the sky mean nothing at all to me, nothing if at the expense of your beauty
Ich blättere in meinem Tagebuch, blättere in Versen mit und ohne Reim, blättere, bis ich dich finde. In heißen Winden, uraltem Atem, den Tiefen der Seele höhlt die Distanz aus, wird dieses Warten zum Gift, zur Tragödie. Weck mich bitte mit ein bisschen Traum, einem Schritt Richtung Himmlischem. In kalten Nächten kehre zurück wie am Anfang der Anfänge. Du bist Schmerz, mein Schmerz, du, Liebe.
The Soul is a gold leaf that dances and crumbles away as it falls from a tree on a grey November day. The Soul is a snowflake that shines in the white hugeness under the cold Winter sun of a magnificent Winter. The Soul is a bird that flies in the sky and can reach […]
At the end of the old canal
directly opposite from the ocean
she stands, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
Though her pallor is eternal
widowhood, her dress is clear blue
Though heavy with worry
her clothing the dress of a girl
She keeps a patient vigil from the moment the sea turns in the morning, until the reddened sunset, she stands looking into the distance, every dawn she watches the late star turn off and every night the sun sinking down, in this place where the sail must reappear she lives there, pale and fading
Affianced, immutable and faithful always waiting, sure of shared hope, loyal and losing nothing of it, in the time since he left, nothing has changed, wrapped in her shawl sometimes sulking, sometimes pure light trembling around her an aura of ivory love and hovering always
She does not reveal her secrets, everywhere in his absence rests his eternal love and for her alone in longing, surrounded by a thousand faded objects, the old guitars, are his.
I was accidentally for no reason logged out of my account, Ionwhitepoetry, right in the middle of customizing it!
I cannot remember the email account password to the email account I used to register Ionwhitepoetry and since I used Protonmail I’m unable to retrieve that password, due to protonmail’s unique security feature, I.e., either remember the password or lose the account.
I did try to recover my Ionwhitepoetry account but that was impossible since one must (apparently) have a premium wordpress in order to recover or reset a wordpress account and password.
It’s a little frustrating but perhaps for the best, starting over is what it is. Usually good things come from this though. I hope my followers will refollow me!