Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

My muse


There is a Seagull
Proud and Glorious
When I see him
Conquering the Sky
My Spirits Fly


But this lovely creature
Popped his head out of the garbage bin
Joyfully holding a piece of sandwich
I could almost see the grin


“Thank you”
I said to my new muse
It is a good thing to keep my mind sound
And sometimes look at the ground

Vesna
15/08/2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010

In This Dream


In this dream
we both dream the same dream at the same time.


In this dream
we are the trees and our roots touch.


In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
the leaves on our branches start making the music.


In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
and when the leaves on our branches start making the music
the silence is broken.


In this dream
when we are the trees and our roots touch
and when the leaves on our branches start making the music
and when the silence is broken
a new world is born.

Vesna
31/07/2010