Kiss me, gentle mist on fog’s grey skin.spray your perfume, salty sweet,that I may lose my bitter tinge. mellow me, soft cotton without a fringe.sprinkle your breath, comfort me,that I may shed the night’s gritty sins. quell me, quiet swarm with aimless rims.spread your whispers, a muffled din,which I will recall, in later repose. yet, … More Preface to sail by Bohdan Yuri
I am breathless,no beingis left inside. you havetaken allof me. there isnothing moreleft to hide. your blushconsumed mefrom withinand I am breathless…
I am the tracesof light and darkthe lost breath of winda carousel of flight you are my eyesthe joys and the tearsof many past goodbyesand the narrowest of fears will you rememberthe rising of dawnsthe length of stridesand twilights into night look at me nowI am todaylook at me tomorrowI was today traces…
Harbor not some old remorse, most left unfolded,harshly cast behind some unconscious holding,not those distant tales of long lost yearnings,or mistakes that come on heart’s reemerging. set aside what crosses over most horizons. tears and fears will escape from an unborn eclipse,a flashing crown beholds the moon’s soft kiss,and the sun does warm what seems … More Set aside by Bohdan Yuri
Cosmic order, young or old,eternal life shed from bright,move along on stilted visions,swiftly set our hearts afire.Speck our path, give us quarrel,make us guess, create our best. Immortal nature, elastic,invented shapes set so casual,shifting flaws on demand,stalking creatures set to kill,green and willed, moving fast,and swirling along into spin. Virtue sails on calmer seas,while thought, our … More A fast by Bohdan Yuri
The heart cries,Its voice muted. Eyes well, spine wilts,Bloodflow, aimless. Spirit Clouds confuse,Too late for a prayer. That’s what hope’s about,When it’s gone South, And left you in the cold,To feel alone.
Next to me is my grey shadowthe one that falls into a shadeand holds a candle when it rains.its borrowed soul is from my ownbut I never told it what to perform.instead it hides from my sightand I can’t find my soul at night. Next to me is my grey shadowthe one that feels it has … More My grey shadow by Bohdan Yuri
Color the rainbow black and whiteput a shine on this new firmamentand paint the sky a roaring red treewe have work to do on this new scene sculpt the grass into great mountainsand clear the petals from its toessoften the stones into pink moldswe have work to do on this fine dream replace the sun … More We have work to do by Bohdan Yuri
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