Posts Tagged ‘love’

Before I wake up

(warmed up by charming melody)

let the day dance on my sleepy skin –

light and sonorous

like the pianist’s  fingers

(daisies asters and roses all in melodious spin)

 

Before I wake up

(like a leaf in the spring)

by your breath brushed with a magic wand

in  wild dance euphoria

let it fall on your temples eyes lips wings

heart

rain of sweet kisses – silver lacy chills …

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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I remember my hands stroking the stardust

limp dance steps on the border of night

I remember the touch the hope the past

your voice in the dark my face in the light

 

and in your eyes Orionids rain

as penetrating as winds of the coast

whispers of love – you covering my pain

with scarfs and with your faith utmost

 

magical were that night and those dreams

which to the pillow next to me flew

I recall in stars white lace of your tears –

and you – astonished – in dark shade of blue…

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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I’m waiting for you in the autumn leaves

in the moments of gold and red colored eves

in the dreamy droplets on grass fields and stones

on a carousel of laughter

in the fear zone

 

I’m waiting for you

like for dreams insomnia

like for spring fresh flowers

like for love euphoria

 

I am waiting possessed by the sweetness of fall

and I don’t remember don’t remember at all

 

and you – my dream my grey loneliness

you are in my shadow in my soft hands hidden

always with me by me in the rustling steps

counting my fussy thoughts

pouring evening smells

in my soul and my heart

neither one to resist

 

during this autumn dance

no shadow exists

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

 

 

I’m back after 850 km and 31 days of hiking (yes, I covered more ground than planned)! Soon I will post my journal from the Camino de Santiago – today I am posting just one autumn poem for your enjoyment…..

I missed writing, I missed my blog, I missed you…

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Delay

 

I am searching for your eyes

your laughter like the sound of morning bells

sound of awakening

 

is not yet  time to say “goodbye”

in the corners of silence the wind unfolds its wings

like a bird that returns in the spring

 

for the last soft kiss

there will be time (not now) – I will tell you

still I will sing for you…

 

I am searching for your eyes

your laughter like the sound of morning bells

sound of awakening

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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Begining

 

 

I

open my petals

to the breath of spring

and cuddle the trees with my leaves fresh green

and I wait

safe and free

for the overjoyed birds

for the wind that in clouds like a nightingale sings

.

and you stare

at the flower of my rosy heart

(as if there were no other on the whole wide earth)

and you smell

like sweet lilac and

angelic hope for the dance

on the meadow in the hug of sun-rays

.

[poetry  © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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Stay – it is not too late

 

in the sleeves of my dreams

buried

you are looking for innocent experience

insane

like the wind that in passing

blew out

sleeping candles and

is amazed

 

Stay – it is not too late

 

to dream

our faces in the gold clouds

of stars

like happiness in the crowd

hungry

to be noticed – not far we are

from each other

 

you – the Sky I – the Sea of high tide waves

 

two ships with blue longing sails

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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We pass each other
we – shadows of unrequited love
with faces covered with sun-dust though night around

how many tears will fall to wash away the traces of the past
from the glass surface of that midnight lake
where we met for the first time –
both in love with the dance of sapphire stars

water in the shoes
slows down our course
how did it happen that yesterday
lingers only in a sound of braided words and in
lacy fog of memories covering our eyes – closed eyes

we pass each other
destined for togetherness
undividable
inseparable
unique
heroes of a tragic story
blind to the world
sick from the passion
as young as dawn
as old as time
ready to leave the rudder
of our life
and

die

[Poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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