Daphnaiebecoming she-conjurerThou – ethereal enlightenmentYou are a sunflowerThe elixir is tender poetryAnd You are longing for wisdomI wish, she had hope for destinyRumination Epimelidesbewitching she-seerThou – bucolic romanticismYou are a violetThe solitude is delicate poesyAnd You are yearning for acumenI … Continue reading →

Like sparkles of dreamery – fantasy,born from hundreds of thoughts and from memories,you encompass the world of mythology.Here and there plenty of effusions. Fairy – she-paramour of druids, priests,kiss a fairway of starlets and the moon!In you a hope of … Continue reading →

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 →