iced desires

The Ice Cutters, 1911, Natalia Goncharova

give us a pair of ice cutters
we will fix and pave a way
we are sure an angel will come from the moon

the snow cover on the trees waves at us
we do not believe in lies
angel cannot snatch away our dreams

we need a clay box to store the ice
it will be used to preserve our simple desires
those have fallen apart by the road side

"that sled carries the weight of our aspirations 
while our brother watches detachedly"

reflections

your lens has perfectly captured the seagulls-
one that is feeding from my hands,
I want to fly away with him 
from this cruel world
I need a cloak to hide

excaping from that prison was a stroke of luck
but I have no cash by goods to survive
no longer can I skirt that-
one that has become an issue with the world
the clouds hide the sun

I wish for venus to rise from the ocean-
I promise I will hold her as my beloved

a letter for you

I can handle border issues
you think I depend on you
unknowingly you depend on me
my insight did not warn me of this plight
this fire within me forces me to confront you head on
but you are on the road again
what crisis drives you away trouncing everything in its wake

my wings will help me fly away
but what about my promises I made to you?
words may have died between us for now
but you know I will stick around as always
I sense that you are lost now
and you know I will find you
as I have always done and always will
thanks to the world beyond

"what I and you have does not have a name
it does not have to
who wants to learn a new spelling inventing a new word?"