Introduction to the myth The myth has happened in darkness of forest,near the old druidic altar with the stone.It was foggy then, shrouded in last summer.Here a fawn was born at dawn and morn – no woe! Near the spring … Continue reading
You are an enjoyable juniper!You are a pleasurable bush!You are an agreeable poplar!You are a delightful spruce!You are a gratifying cedar!You are an amusing birch!You are a diverting corn!You are a bonny pine!You are a lovely palm! Your sepal be … Continue reading
We think of the fascinating charm.We fantasize about wizardry.We ponder on the amazing bard.We reflect on poetic beauty. We muse about astonishing moon.We dream of the surprising vessel.We philosophize about fair throne.We describe awesome Indian summers. We ruminate on the … Continue reading
The vault opens itself at dawn.The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopensfor an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,because of the eternally august poem,that reads lenient and benignant. Throughout the day:there is up there a paradisiacal flightof all halcyon … Continue reading
The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens to propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in a grove.I feel … Continue reading
Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star.Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves.One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night.Moony and nostalgic chums – comets are upon the skies. Lonely dreamery – lying … Continue reading
the dreamed red sun of the morning – thus I get tender letters. On wings of the morning glow – I fly into lands of butterfly-like hearts. In my vans – the poesy is indeed fulfilled. I am looking at … Continue reading
Become a superb troubadour who loves an eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled in the meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to wit the cranberry juice and some dew … Continue reading
the morning red sky the pearl diver on board ship ferrymen’s ayres seaweed under sea with the most propitious pearls hidden by seaman matutinal sun keel swimming to new island laden with the pearls when the tide is out pearl … Continue reading
You are the first beautiful flower from dreams.Your times are like an ancient myth.You bathe in the dew at dawn – the time of the morning star.You are a miracle of romance.You are a friend of the most tender muse.The … Continue reading