The sky weightlessly sits on your shoulder

The sky weightlessly sits on your shoulder

Blooming gardens fly into the light abyss of the sky.
A red kitten-star fell asleep in the blue fields.
And a little water snake looks over the stars in puddles.
The city today is a sleeping angel wing.
Once again, silence has become God, and in His eyes
All waiting times speak to you,
Like brooks under a thin piece of ice of time.
The golden bucket of moon spills
its spired gold of strange voices.
And the sky weightlessly sits on your shoulder
And as a shimmering blue-gray pigeon falls to sleep:
Let the flame of your sorrow scorch me around.

In a translucent flower

in a translucent flower
saw an aura
mood
pure rainbow feelings -
and the angel sends to me
thoughts
let sorrow go away
from living stone

and I will open the window
of your soul
for charm
of your heart
from this living light
let the bees buzz
your expectation
above the flower
your love.