The Right Key

Like gentle breeze under strange spell;
you were born out of nowhere

Stepping with no excuses in to my life;
from a well locked door

Never will I ask about what you’ve drawn in me;
deep in there,

For you’ve already made Sea and Sky no more
the Only blesses to thank God for.

“Keys” painting by Vladimir Kush

A drop might be nothing, but I believe in it more than
in a sea if it’s all what we share

And you who had once the right key, should stay forever the One I spent a lifetime looking for

I know one day I’ll sail away leaving nothing but an everlasting nightmare

I know how plays pain in hearts
just as play tornadoes in a sandy shore,

But I know as well that I’ll miss you deep
when nothing remains of you but memories everywhere

And one thing consoles me; Angels fly anywhere,
so of your smell I’d be still collecting more…

There He Kept a Garden

There He kept a garden deep in to his heart;

Planted with care & showered with passion,

There a blooming rose has been given her life’s start;

Glory dyed her tiny petals down his mansion

To her royal tenderness, Sunshine bows;

Stamping immortality to her unique fragrance,

Presenting it the bless of healing wherever flows,

And whenever does, flutters the reality of existence…

“Cupids Garden” painting by J.W. Waterhouse

There He kept a garden deep in to his soul;

And there the crowned rose spreads out her leaves

In a prayer: so never knocks his gates any fall,

And heavenly guardians keep his smile, so he never grieves,

For his smile was the only Spring, the only Sunshine;

Curing what life’s daggers had carved so deep,

His touches; some kind of divine wine

Willing to set life, in innocence, put in to its last sleep…

There He kept a garden deep in to his veins;

Where passion flows the most generous streams

Along with rare purity to wash out hard destiny’s stains;

Changing the darkest nightmares in to ever-green dreams…

There He kept a garden deep in to his mind;

Where blooms a story of loneliness with love he has

There He kept a garden stealing sight to gift it to the Blind;

HE: the Garden & the Gardener & Me: the only Rose I was…