Ivory Wings

Away from accepted borders,

risk-free itineraries and safe dreams

tormented by the toughness of your oldest tears

I hereby cherish your fragility:

the abrupt suspense of divine trials,

imprisoned in these ancient labyrinths -

unlike Icarus you will not be falling

as long as you are growing

your own wings.

Though

so much at home with repression

and self-exiled from fears

there will be no more hiding

and no more seeking.

Alternatives will one day live together

inseparable, unimposed, untouched

by insecurities.

Out of this million window ivory-tower

You can either embrace the horizon

or ignore its line in the twilight;

And when the newest dawn breaks

and you are through with denials

ready for the ultimate truth

-soaring so high-

just like the sentinel of all tomorrows

You will still be you(th).

Circus Revolt

For your entertainment only

I’d train the infertile rustle to be your clown,

Tame my anxieties and juggle with my name -

Make it sound like a daredevil

or a ringmaster bell

I’d incandescently crawl into the contingent

Giving my anabaptized ascension away

I’d take a journey of countless steps

on a tightrope,

Breathe fire,

Seize the unseized,

Challenge my immature falling

through the silvery passages of a trapeze

in a single day.

For your entertainment

I’d withdraw my doomed fruitless trials,

My dismantled burial stones,

and all the tokens of my sacred homeland

Once these curtained big top entrances

Have become a transparent zone.

Awe

I welcome the lack of symmetry,

The clockwork imprecision of my expectations

The legitimate fears -

Of all the youth dreamers

who never get older,

who pay no attention to legends,

falling curtains and rising meteors;

We should turn the next pages of this critical fusion,

Replicate both our milestones,

Congratulate the daring intruders,

Ignore the desired effects of a queue;

When forced, just evacuate this colossal citadel

and hide inside temples

like a spinal-carved pseudonym

Explore the exceptions

and improvise heartfelt epiphanies.

Blue Magic

An age of chivalry in a snow-white rose

born of an attainable, noble sublimity

of wandering

not only to escape or to envision a different view

but to embrace its intuitive inevitability,

like a confined premonition of musical purity,

an emotional appeal to invisible affinities,

challenging the physical limits of a frozen landscape,

restoring the revival of all mutual bonds,

the unrecorded history of inner senses and tangible chords,

Inseparable

Though vibrantly synchronized by shared empathy.

Winter's Poem

First steps 

on the thin ice,

red marble hands

holding me still,

a thousand bells

giggling out loud

noble gods

sugar-powdering

our heads

kindly,

from heaven,

what a delight!

Countdown

One morning,

I drew a hopscotch design

on the floor in my room.

I was alone,

I could make up my own rules

so each square

was going to be another day

away from you.

Two or three times in a row

- my feet can be clumsy, I know-

I stepped on the thin line

and I would also hop

the wrong square now and then

to challenge the odds

and increase the speed of time.

The game may be useless

and I’m no longer a child

but turning around

would regain me balance

and restore an innocence smile.