Adelaide

In the last few days...well, weeks,

I tried to draw you with words,

But something was strange, off;

And just like the sound of broken chords

All I got were pieces of what I thought

Was you but never complete, nor completely true.

Just after that it hit me - the reason;

I realised I know almost nothing about you.

Beside the fact that your eyes glow

With what they call the last shade of blue,

And that your smile resembles the shine of the moon;

I got nothing about you, not a single clue...

First, let's take the traits of your face

And how you render my attempts to read you to uselessness,

For I don't know how your poker face works

Nor do I know if it's a curse or a bless…

Have you ever looked behind while you walk?

To see how the dust doesn't just settle to settle behind you;

Instead, it kisses every one of your steps.

How do you make this world to follow the lead of your shoe?

You’re as unpredictable as the path of a falling leaf;

Always taken up by the wind across its spreading wings

To forgotten places which are not even written on maps;

Places that are special to you because of reasons and things.

At the end of the day I don't know what to make of your words,

Coz' they are few and full of riddles which I fail to solve,

And talking to you it's like a maze and I hold no golden thread,

But I pray that you'll still give me points solely on resolve.

So, tell me again what your smile draws

For I’m at a loss every time you're smiling at me,

And I may be on drugs coz' I see shapeless butterflies

In the corner of your eyes and just like you, they are ready to flee.

Finally, I don't know what to make of your kiss,

Or why you kissed me back when I went for your lips;

With that being said, I confess that it's driving me nuts

How your silence, one by one is drowning my ships.

Although I must admit that I enjoy a good mystery

Such as you; please try not hold it against me;

The fact that I try to figure you out aided by wine.

So if you're kind, take a glass and come keep me company.

Saw’raw Ger'stran

Dear stranger from Warsaw, Mazowieckie;

This is for you!

For the time you waste on my words,

And as for who you are...I have no clue,

But I trust that whoever you are - woman or man;

You find this letters of mine,

That I gather and throw aimlessly,

Ideas that sit quietly in line,

Waiting for people like you

To come and pick them up for what they are:

Attempted sights of the world by a left hand,

Depicted as stories and myths from afar

Of a place I discovered while searching for myself;

Or something, someone, to blame for a scarred heart,

Coz it's always easier to throw a blame

Than begin anew with a fresh start…

Next time you read what my fists write,

Do it with closed eyes and loud voice

For my words need your voiceprint

To rise high and the sky is their choice,

Shoot them up with the moon as your aim

Knowing that you'll never reach it...

By your own hand they'll drop among stars

And start shinning: word by word, bit by bit.

So every night from now on imagine the gates of the sky

Your personal playground in which you throw words aimlessly,

And collect celestial stories and myths, mine!

Hear them out and they'll whisper to you secrets gracefully.

Terref's

There are no more roses for you darling

For my garden only grows thorns lately,

I don't know if it's the air or the fault's in the water,

But I do think that it might be a matter of safety!

Remember Ettell'o, the last rose that I gave you?

The last of its kin with its leaves tainted blue…

Remember the dew that dripped of its petals,

Right on your lips while their time was still due?

Well, now it's gone...just like my poems are,

But you probably didn't notice that either.

You never seemed to see just how far one hand

Can scribble words while looking for a breather.

'Coz even words need to breath and mine developed an addiction

To your cursed smile, forsaking the light that I gave them,

Carving deeper and deeper into your sweet tender darkness,

with scents of jasmine and sharp edges of a shining gem.

The sad thing is that your gem never really shined out for me,

only for those you redeemed worth of taking your name on their lips

And your lips close to their ear for curses are never spoken out loud,

But in silence and you’ve even hidden some in the movement of those hips!

So, at the end of it all, one answer I couldn't figure it out...

One answer to a small question with a bigger meaning: "Why not?"

But maybe some things I'm not supposed to have, just like I have failed to have you;

And this puzzle made out of words - yours; and my heart, was all for naught.

Go on now, take this world in your hands and walk out that door

You never actually entered, just stood there, with your toe in the air,

Taking forever to decide if you'll enter or not and choosing the latter;

Meanwhile, I decided that I needed a new obsession so I bought ferrets, a pair.

Va’no Per’su

when I was little,

I dreamt of mornings,

cold dreadful mornings

with no previous warnings

when, from my window,

I could eat stars for breakfast

right out of the Milky Way.

just me, the spoon

and a lot of bright stars as my pray.

I'm not sure why but,

at that age,

I liked stars and milk just the same.

thought I've sometimes been called insane,

I always saw this big thing you call Universe

like a big bowl of lights.

a full-closed ark that you could reach out

with the tip of your fingers at nights;

curious thing...

always with closed eyes,

and fear for what lied beyond

as my shaking hands

stretched into that unknown

which lacked the sometimes awful sound

of this thing called human race;

and their wheels,

their automobiles and cries,

always for things that could never fill

a human's heart

but always his ego,

coz lies,

are often spoken as truths

because we are too proud to admit

that we make mistakes

which costs us a great deal of pain

but keeps our prides intact,

so i guess this is that it takes

to feel alone when you are surrounded

by those who do care but still make faults;

and I still think that love was supposed

to find us with bruised knees,

not keeping our self in tight vaults.

take a better look next time before

putting your scarred hands and heart out of sight;

you might be surprised

by how many scars one can have

and still walk proud with them into the light.

a scar always has a story to tell

so I guess we're all storytellers here,

and remember how much you liked stories as a toddler,

before you found this thing called pride

which also brings the fear

that won't stop at making you afraid,

for one evil never comes alone.

that's how you get the guilt which with time,

it plagues your mind, flesh and bone

with this little thing called desperation...

you don't want to taste that!

coz this thing builds inside your head

and then hits you like a bat

from your blind spot when you're busy,

trying to make amends for your guilt

but you fail and more pressure is starting to built

'till you lose yourself and you tilt.

so,

take a break from being human and come with me,

let me show you how to pick stars from the Milky Way,

forget about your pride for a night.

...try just being for a day!

Na’da’ra Ta’hi

'till now,

I’ve killed so many poems of yours

in my almost endless attempt

to deny what my conscience gave to you,

willingly;

going to the furthest extent

just for your eyes, your mouth,

and the way that you talked

with those lips of yours, long forgotten,

with taste of black tea, and if I recall right...

there was something special, something soften

in the way that you kissed, to cover perhaps

the mark of your teeth buried deep within my lip;

must be another habit of yours that I almost forgot,

coz sometimes I have vivid dreams of it in my sleep.

if you were to ask for a reason,

you already know I’m not that kind

to admit or confess the weakness of man

who took a dive in your eyes,

hoping to survive and daring to find

the bottom of those lakes

made of jade and bright light:

gems of your sight engulfed with pride,

the pride of a woman, the pride of THE woman!

that at one point made mine kneel and fret,

all in a terrible ride;

a trip to the dark side and back

that took more than a while

for me to try and attempt to forget...

and yet,

I wander if in the mist of all the years that passed

...do you remember me winning that bet?

it took only one hand, my left, and a glance,

to write off just how brilliantly

that smile dances your eyes

in a tango between shadows and lights.

honestly, it's my first time seeing a dance

synced with the humming of the dragonflies

and I really doubt dragonflies hum at all,

so I don't really know why the nature

started to sing staring at you,

but I do quite understand its song:

it's about beauty of thoughts!

it's an anthem only for you,

a token for what you are and what you can do!

forgive me daring but I think

I’d like to see you setting this world hot ablaze

only to see how the violent red mixed with yellow

looks on your skin,

to see if it matches the green of your eyes,

the white of your shoulders

and those secret hopes that you're keeping within...

Na’kari [ the second scroll ]

may you dream of faraway lights,

warm lights of stars just as bright as you,

stars that burn their lights in shadows and nights;

just as you do...

singing the anthem of dawn at the first sight of dew.

so when you do...wake up tomorrow,

do make some tea out of the lights of morning and milk.

sip by sip breathe it in this world without sorrow,

and while you gaze out the window,

let the sun find your beautiful self with its touch made of silk.

remember to feel every step that you take,

for the earth that you walk has scars deep within the ages.

bloody scars of the people that fought over it only to break,

as their spears and guns shattered;

so when you walk, see the earth as a book - we're its pages!

feel free to smile to people today- smile to me!

do it so that I, or everybody else for that matter,

can give something back to you - let's say...a cup of tea,

chocolates, maybe candies,

or some kind words and smiles mixed together for wind to scatter.

touch the last breath of the twilight

with your eyes fully closed and your mouth ready,

to receive the first kiss that the night can steal from the light;

...then go to sleep,

walk your dreams with a pace that is curiously rushed and yet steady.

...just like you!

Ma'tz.

you're that fifth element
which my sixth sense
fails miserably in every attempt
to discover your scent
for the simple reason
that the streets you walk
are streets no more
but rivers that flow and bent
at the whim of your will
and arm, even finger...
it's troublesome, really,
to discover bits of your trails
when you have the world as your garden
and it's covered in veils
resembling those mystic lores
like myths and tales
from which you're supposed to learn
that it's more about quest then treasure
but be as it may and call me selfish
for wanting you all for myself
that perfect smile, the laugh,
the naked ankle and sun burned skin,
and those treacherous eyes
painted jade that could lose oneself.

I'm not alone on this quest, no,
there are others up on their horses
searching this Earth night and day
for footprints lost in the sand
'coz how can you forget a foot made of silk
knitted by elves long forgotten?
you don't! you hold on to it,
hoping she'll come back again by sea or by land.

despise of the things
they all say about you being gifted,
they are wrong...and not,
maybe because you're more than gifted, you're a gift
and the things you do,
making them feel like toddlers in awe of their candies
while to me, you make my whole universe spill itself,
my existence you tilt and you shift
with that reach of you will,
and arm, even finger...
until things sow themselves to the time's table
the order it's convenient for you
which, to be honest,
never made much sense to me, but then again,
you're not making much sense to my heart either
and the sky still has clouds and the sky it's still blue

although I know this world
won't stop it's spinning for me
I trust that you'll stop me
from spinning this world
'coz I grew quite fond of tracking
the scent of your pace
while searching for markets
where your shadow's being sold.

for a change , I'd like to see you walk,
not in front of me but beside,
your hand searching mine
for I want to taste that smile in it's full beauty
also, it'll  have to be at night
so I can see your whole body glow from the moonlight;
that and a kiss in a place of you choosing,
let's say...my lips, for my epic work and duty.

Dan'ior Lina

don't struggle anymore, just let it fall...

let the night fall heavy on your shoulders

coz' I know for a fact that the marble you're made of

it's even tougher than the ones known as your moulders,

for the marble you're made of is pure and white,

as their hands are full of gold, much as your eyes;

eyes that burn so hot they make the Sun look cold and small. 

through those flames I've seen demons swirls and rise,

as they've seen the sins made by this world and more...

while it falls, the night, pull it over you tight,

cloak yourself into it, let its stars brush off your chicks,

and the moon touch your heart so the moon again be bright

for your soul is sheer light, a safe haven from the blight.

your mouth still draws the best smiles I’ve seen in ages,

watching you smile it's watching roses blooming on your lips,

it's awing and addictive as you're wearing the colour of red wine

and one does not simply drink your wine in little sips.

next time you decide to see the whole world in your hand,

with its flaws, spinning, full of wonders but slow,

don't use a dragonfly's wings and eyes, use your own,

as the wind vowed to give you wings and your eyes already glow.

when you're off again, dancing naked on lost shores of lost lakes,

send me word so I can come and write off that beauty you hold

in your dance with the night as a partner, that and more...

for the night is young, you're full of youth and you are bold!

Na'hele Bica'na

I'll be blunt and fair: you baffle me!

In a subtle yet stunning way,

You managed somehow to express true beauty,

With simply being and made is seems like child's play.

I've read about it once in a long forgotten book,

That what you hold, it's more than beauty and being pretty;

It's something different and holds a deeper meaning,

You as a being, you're Nature's way of being witty.

Regarding those gems you call eyes and use to sight the whole world,

Many sank in their spell while trying to reach out to you,

And I do think the Flying Dutchman won't be needing crew for a while;

Because of the beautiful curse known as your eyes and the ravages they do.

I believe that above else, you're a wanderer,

Through the hearts of men at your own pace you walked down

On their pride and hopes which, as thin ice, broke under your heel;

And still, they pledged allegiance to your crown.

About your glorious smile, they talked over and over,

Thousands of poets trying their best to paint it in words with their ink,

But how can you write something that blooms out in the moonlight?

The Ninth Wonder of Earth some say, others: the blind ones, just saw  a blink...

Of your name I've heard long before I even heard of you.

It was written in gold on a falling Pheonix feather in the mist of twilight,

And just like your touch it was soft, warm and  forever eternal;

Na'hele Bica'na, a name that it’s both pure and bright.

Nadil’ama

You call me kind but, to be honest, the truth is

i find myself hopeless every single time

i get lost in your eyes and I find it a bliss,

...when i can't call it a crime.

I remember you, yes, I remember you clearly,

Back from the days when I thought of you as shy,

A mistake for which I paid dearly

While counting stars till my lips ran dry.

Now that you've blossomed, witness of twenty one autumns, 

I don't dare to question your beauty nor do I try

To defy the angels that from the height of their columns

Prey upon chance you'll gaze back at them as they die.

Haze of a strong, sweet and yet bitter scent rises slowly from your lips,

And I sense coffee, strong, hot and brown; much like your eyes,

In which, at night, whirlpools of stars are pulled under a full eclipse;

During the day, your eyelids keep trapped inside a thousand skies.

I asked the wind if poems written by time on your neck

Are still true, still full of wonders and gests of the new;

If your skin is still soft as the first snow falling on deck,

It laughed, the wind, without telling me if i'm worthy the view.

From your pace I could make the time's new golden gears,

For the whole world to forget the meaning of haste,

And for a while, breath it in, the dust of those years

They lost while chasing their lives, forgetting the taste.

Ni'cami Cosen'ds

To be frankly with you,

and me,

I wandered: why you?

more than one time

And don't get me wrong,

it's not a crime

To write on the beauty you hold

in mere words with my foolish hands,

Coz' to write you it's more than a bliss;

like the point where my plane lands

And let me tell you, to land down a plane

can be such a sweet symphony;

Runway in sight, eyes on the speed and the height,

the view and the lights; oh, marvellous melody!

At that point you gamble your life

as you take out the thrust and you wait,

And wait, and wait, and you pull!

…but just a little; you don't want to be late,

'Nor do you want to take off with almost no thrust,

and just like in life, you don't have to touch and go.

Sometimes, staying in one place for more than a while

it's the right thing to do and perhaps a must.

Sometimes, being is just more than enough,

and touching, that marvellous feeling you have at the end…

Just like a first kiss, on those lips you craved for so long,

the point where all laws of physics are bent,

And the time just doesn't flow;

it's freezing outside yet you relate of no cold

The universe itself spins around you,

the heaven and hell; they melt and they mold.

It’s slow motioned chaos where you hold the remote

which is missing the button for stop

And there's no mute, no rewinding,

only HD and the full screen mode.

Ana'diz Bet

So, it came to my ears that for you,

today was... a day,

A day full things that you like,

and, if I may...

With people close to your heart,

those people able to chase

The same dreams as you,

only to put a smile on your face.

Today was a good day!

maybe because it was yours,

Or simply because it was you

who opened all the doors

Of yourself and smiled to the world,

as wide as you could!

For them to see just how bright you are,

and all people should

Take notes on your smile,

your walk and your pace;

Teach them the meaning

of your happy days!

Today was a brilliant day,

today was for you!

A reminder of Time, never forgotten

for the things that you've done and you do!

Be happy young lady,

happy and free!

Remember to cheer your friends

with wine or with tea,

Never forget that this life,

it is yours

To spend it on things that have meaning for you

be it reading, learning, partying or chores,

It is yours!

So put on that smile that made the world gaze

Starting today,

till' the end of your days!

Ni'cami

Today, I remembered your eyes

and the story they told

The first time I laid my gaze upon them,

without knowing if I was a fool or just bold.

I've seen the beginning of all,

in your golden goblets of fire

I saw all the wanders of Earth,

the wise and the fool; their hope full of dire.

The world as we know it,

took the shape of your thought,

A world with no wars, and the killing,

or knaves to be caught.

Your eyes took me further

than I ever expected to go,

I’ve seen the end of all things,

and how time stopped its flow.

Witnessing the ultimate silence

that came after us,

I felt just how little we are,

like little specks of stardust.

From a snap of your fingers,

all that was lost came to be;

Once again it was light, there was warmth;

my soul was my own and was free.

You, as a being, are a book to be read,

while the sun meets the night

Surrounded by mystery fog

Caught and seized by the wind in his flight;

But behold! There are dangers for the mortal who dares

to read from your skin the threads of your life,

Written with silk on those naked shoulders:

a bless for one’s sight, a bless and a knife…

Remember your name Ni’cami,

as it sums up the whole Universe

In one single word; in one being: you!

It’s your bless and your curse…

Na'gi

If I'll remember a thing about you,
It's your smile and the things that you do.
It's your laugh and the way the smokes surrounds you
In veils of discords, the shades of unknown and the new.

Your voice shall run deep, echo for soul and the fool,
Sweet scars of my ears, often acting like tool
As violins starts from those lips of yours, painted in red,
Offer me the sunset but I'll watch you instead!

Tonight, the light of the moon shines brighter, for you...
Today, for the smiles and the things that you do,
I'll give you mare words, to take them as tokens with you.
Why? For the smiles of course and the things you say and you do!

Lia'de Lie'dana

Se-adună toți norii la capătul lumii,

privind la incestul zăpezii cu vântul;

În haos tăcut se naște o nouă crăiasă

și-oglinzi mari de gheață reflectă pământul;     

Exact unde raza scăpată de luna timidă,

un zâmbet ți-aprinde pe buză,

În colțul de gură ce asemenea amurgului

emană o aură-aparte, de muză.

Începe balada vioarei ce veșnic pierdută,

îți caută ochii prin noaptea cea plină;

Oceane de-aramă găsește arcușul,

ce țin închise furtuni de lumină.

Note ca șoapte în juru-ți se strâng,

podoabă urechii să-ți fie;

Vești aducând de la celălalt capăt al lumii,

dar secrete șoptind numai ție.

Lia'de Lie'dana murmură codrul într-una,

cântând al tău nume în frunză și-n floare.

Luceferi coboară, se sting și iar urcă să cadă,

pe rând efemerii tânjesc să fie al tau soare;

Obrazul de ceară să-l simtă,

să guste-a ta buză cu gust de afină;

Din munți să-ti facă statuie de marmură

și al tău zâmbet să-l pună-n vitrină.

Dar timpul ce curge prin venele tale crăiasă,

e tot mai scurt cu fiecare clipă ce trece;

Te-așteaptă o lume întreagă, așteaptă Pământul

a ta mângâiere, o vorbă, sărutul tău rece;

Mai apoi, căldura ce-o emani tu prin zambet

va cuprinde întreaga suflare

Asemenea ție, vor zâmbi toți copiii din lume

și-adio își vor lua de la tine la prima rază de soare.

Ona'mar Erda'ane

"Saddle the stallions, it's almost midnight,

Those treacherous shadows, remove them from sight.

Blow into the horn of our departure;

Summon the bard, summon the archer,

Our quest at last needs but to start.

The light of the moon will throw us a dart,

Beacon of silver in this plains filled black.

We're moving ahead, there's no turning back!"

"Silence!"

.

.

.

"Hold inside your breaths, widen up your sight!

Look at how the moon it pierces the night.

Just down ahead, the shore of the lake,

We'll go unmounted, be aware of the snake!"

Quicksilver moved in the grass at my feet;

I was pushed aside, he redeem me fit,

He took out his sword, and the blood was spilled.

Grinning back at me "Do you want it grilled?"

But it was too late, my brave warrior's leg...

"Don't be sorry, Sire, just leave me the keg.

My past and I need some drinks alone,

For only to him my sins might atone."

Onward we went, leaving him in mist.

At his darkest secrets we could not assist.

We reached the shore, and we stopped still,

The cold and the whisper we started to feel.

A fountain of spirits stood before our eyes,

On a second look, they were fireflies.

Shards of ice and cold, swarming back and forth,

Blocking off our path they built a fort,

With their Queen as jewelry, held their ground with pride

Quick of hand my archer let the arrow slide.

Taking down the Queen, the blue shards took vengeance 

Ganged on my archer, and he knew his sentence.

Just me and the bard, and the sand beneath,

The lake started throwing waves at our feet.

Then the wonder happened, the stories were true,

You arrived by waves and in such a view!!!

"Ona'mar Erda'ane" I whispered in shock,

"Bard, write your songs in haste while we are in luck."

A flicker, a thunder, a glimpse of your beauty,

Stunned the Time itself; he forgot his duty.

In your golden eyes we drowned for a while,

Cursed by your spell, charmed by your smile.

Soft your touch of hand, my bard has gone mad,

While touched by you, he was only glad

That his song was done, ready to be sang,

He was ready now, ready for the fang.

You came towards me; wind was in your hair,

Shaking down some stars as I dared to stare;

Looking at your lips half my mind was gone,

If you had touched me I was more than done.

Sitting for a while, you played with the world.

Made from night a day and from lake a sword,

Then gave it to me, for my quest be done;

I even forgot how my quest begun...

You closed my eyes with your silky hand

And I fell asleep on the dried sand;

Drunken in your scent of abyssal rose

I felt my mind taking blows and blows,

Forcing me to rise and open my eyes.

No lake, no you and no fireflies,

I was all alone on the dried sand...