Mount Lushan in the fog...

That day.

                   A Bittersweet Goodbye  © Grace Morai

I still remember

 

that day, my eyes get misty

the pain comes alive -

 

the last time i have hold you

touched you and kissed you goodbye... 

XVII. The Star.

The Mystic Dreamer Tarot Deck
by azurylipfe on deviantART http://goo.gl/7vFrg

XVI. The Tower.

Wondering...

Together in Eternity, by Elizabeth Silk.

In me
your eyes 
are resting 
i search inside your palms
for  signs of fate
for lines that meet and cross
on velvet fleshy grounds
marked by what one calls 
chance, destiny or God...
by my touch
one thousand questions fly 
towards the unknown...
i beg for one drop of future 
on my forehead
finding my way
to your lips
measuring my fears 
with kisses
till the day breaks
in one thousand shiny peaces of gold...

There'll be another Spring

Whispering

Day dream, by Pino

my lips

whispering again, again...

your name

drips from my mouth, holy

a hymn to the splendour of love...

Your pillow cries...

photo by zharth, on flickr 

your pillow cries

with me tonight, sighing

missing you

no stars in my sky 

shining

no moon resting on your face...

La Vita Nuova, by Dante Alighieri

Portrait of a young woman, Sandro Botticelli, 1480.

In that book which is
my memory...
On the first page
That is the chapter when
i first met you
Appear the words...
"Here begins a new life".

Return...

Sunset Lovers, by Katarzyna Gasiorowska

Copyright by Painting Gallery TouchofArt.eu 2004-2011 / All Rights reserved. 

Hide me, 

this world 

so heavy on my shoulders...

My only refuge 

your smile,

my home

your eyes,
our hiding place this Spring,

and the perfume of the lemon flowers,
as words fight their way out of my mind,
like blooming arrows,
straight to your heart.

It's time, now.

Up in the mountain 

we walk,

hand in hand.

Our steps grow side by side on the ground,

in love, in love through the green grass.

Now i can hold you,

you can feel me,

the setting sun so warm.

In our eyes

only thruth,

only light,

our wounds are closing

day by day.

I kiss the fresh scars in your wrists

you lick my bleeding lips

how soothing your kisses are,

making my blood stop flowing,

as dandelions sway in the afternoon breeze,

under this endless sky

our souls are dancing,

soon the stars will appear, caressing our dreams

you and me,

we were here always,

before and after 

and for the years to come,

it's our place

through all this madness,

we are stepping out of this world,
returning here, home at last,

In the land of Love.

I look deep into your eyes

and see my self,
stripped from all the white garments of sorrow,
naked,
for the first time...

Oxford Suite, Ed Alleyne-Johnson

Swans...

my eyes
resting inside your own
like swans
swimming gracefuly in peace
across love we find our way...

XV. The Devil.

XIV. Temperance.

Spring...

Four winds.

The four winds stopped blowing

upon the face of this earth
the first time you kissed my lips...
Stars stopped their eternal orbit,
galaxies bloomed in millions
a sun was born
in the centre of my universe.


My heart stood amazed
by your softness.
Your voice caressed me
in loving tenderness - 
you held me,
your eyes deep into mine
reading me,
knowing me
before the beginning of time.


I shivered, I shivered,
my light united with your own.
You melted into the mold of my soul
I became ice and fire
We became Love.

Hymn to Love.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love,
I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
And if I have prophetic powers,
and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains,
but have not love,
I am nothing.
If I give away all I have,
and if I deliver my body to be burned,
but have not love,
I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind;
love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails...

XIII. Death.

Howling to the moon.

Howling to the moon

wild 

pale light 

senses hightened 

as the world dissolves

and the stars are moving

galaxy flows

echoing inside me

i long to fly

to the place where i came from

so far away

behind the eye of God... 

Bitter.

Bitter taste 

mixed with this yearning for you
the touch
the kiss 
feel  like the whole world is sleeping alone tonight


I sigh
and open my arms
offering you my breasts 
ready to bleed
as you smile into me
my love


I smile too


tears stopped
a long time ago,
you said "it matters"
but i know it doesnt...
trapped between your lips
i want to stay,
no place to go now
and the lights are fading
as i wait to hear you saying
"everything will be ok..." 

"Supermoon": Biggest Full Moon in 18 Years, today, Saturday, 19 March 2011

she looks at the moon

tonight everything shines bright

this world is changing... 

XII. The Hanged Man

Tarot deck by Stephanie Law.
Shadowscapes Tarot (Llewellyn Publications)

One...

Lovers Embrace II, by Heather Herzeler

slowly


in the valley of my
thighs


you move


finding you way to my core


as we sweetly become one...

Poem from the Kokinshu - By Tsurayuki.

As the threads of

 the green willow sway

 with spring

 blossoms bloom

 in wild confusion.

Poem from the Kokinshu - Written on the theme of snow falling on trees. By Priest Sosei.

Bush Warbler in Winter
by Koson Ohara 1877-1945

Because spring has come

does he think it looks like flowers?

A bush warbler sings

on a branch

where snow has fallen.

Poem from the Kokinshu. Theme unknown - Anonymous.

It makes my soul

deepen - 

when there, on the bend, 

where snow seems to have melted, 

flowers are nealy seen.       

The Art of Daniel Merriam.

Amelie...

XI. Justice.

Awakening...

Talking softly

in your dream

I make the silence bleed with every word

my hands heavy

holding your shadow

The meadow is green

i sit in the middle

my feet touch the ground

feeling the warmth of the earth

reviving my frozen heart

it's you the sun

it's you the life

my eyes are purple

in my fingers baby bees are singing

their sting so sweet

the pain divine

you drip in my heart like honey

i feel the pulse of the trees

the awakening

the song of the bluebird

i put flowers in my hair

to remember your lips

i smell the air

i lay upon the grass
my body 

waiting for you

to love me,

love me,

love me....

A woman in a white dressed sleeping among flowers. | Trigger Image

Spring.

“The View From Here To There" by John Ecko.

“The View From Here To There” Copyright © 2008  by John Ecko.
All rights reserved.

   

Oedipus

Once, i held the light of truth in my hands

I wandered to the hights, i spoke with gods

I faced life and make it my own

with one swift move....

I looked the Sphinx in the eye, one rainy afternoon...

there was fear inside her,

she knew 

i was her despair and peril, 

i was her end, while she

was my beginning...

I solved the horrid Riddle - 

Who else could take 

the burden of this curse

to his shoulders, 

without wings, without a shield, 

without the armor of love?

I was an orphan -  

the child of Luck.

I was born cursed, 

and yet

my mind has chosen right

but my prize was an empty cup.

I just wanted to learn ...

Who was I?

What was I?

Why was I?

I fell.

And yet, still

I was the one

who solved

the Riddle...

X. The Wheel of Fortune.

The Wheel of Fortune, by Stephanie Law
http://www.shadowscapes.com/

Branches of an almond tree...

Vincent van Gogh
Branches of an Almond Tree (reproduction in red)

The End of Winter...

Winter has ended with your smile. Sunshine burst in through the windows and I became new again, because I held you in my arms. Snow melted away, I saw the first poppy stain the green field, and the almond tree showed its blossoms suddenly under the blue sky. You were in my arms. Warm, alive, pulsating, my own, my truth, my love. A purple wave of light washed away darkness  as you smiled, as we smiled, enclosed in our cocoon, we emerged out gently, testing our newly opened wings. Our lips bloomed. I shivered under your touch, feeling new life into me. You gave me Spring. Slowly, taking off of me my heavy Winter. And Love starts to run through my blood once more, singing your invigorating song to my veins. I live. Inhaling the first day of Spring from your lips. I breathe Light. I exist. Again...

Lovers Meeting On A Spring Evening, 1767
by Suzuki Harunobu

IX. The Hermit.

By morning - Saigyo

By morning, the leaves
have fallen into silence,
the wind has finally parted,
like lovers after a night, 
all talked out, now broken-hearted.

Black hair - Izumi Shikibu

My black hair tangled
as my own tangled thoughts,
I lie here alone, 
dreaming of one who has gone, 
who stroked my hair till it shone.

Yielding - Ono no Komachi

Lovers-Kitagawa Utamaro

Yielding to a love 
That knows no limit, 
I shall go to him by night — 
For the world does not yet censure 
Those who tread the paths of dreams.
 
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)

VIII. Strength

On such a night - Ono no Komachi

On such a night as this 

When no moon lights your way to me, 

I wake, my passion blazing, 

My breast a fire raging, exploding flame 

While within me my heart chars. 

(Tr. Earl Miner)

A prayer...

 Have mercy on me, O God, 

   according to your unfailing love; 

according to your great compassion 

   blot out my transgressions. 

 Wash away all my iniquity 

   and cleanse me from my sin.

  For I know my transgressions, 

   and my sin is always before me. 

 Against you, you only, have I sinned 

   and done what is evil in your sight; 

so you are right in your verdict 

   and justified when you judge. 

 Surely I was sinful at birth, 

   sinful from the time my mother conceived me. 

 Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; 

   you taught me wisdom in that secret place.

  Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; 

   wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. 

Let me hear joy and gladness; 

   let the bones you have crushed rejoice. 

 Hide your face from my sins 

   and blot out all my iniquity.

  Create in me a pure heart, O God, 

   and renew a steadfast spirit within me. 

Do not cast me from your presence 

   or take your Holy Spirit from me. 

Restore to me the joy of your salvation 

   and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

  Then I will teach transgressors your ways, 

   so that sinners will turn back to you. 

 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, 

   you who are God my Savior, 

   and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. 

 Open my lips, Lord, 

   and my mouth will declare your praise. 

 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; 

   you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. 

 My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; 

   a broken and contrite heart 

   you, God, will not despise.

  May it please you to prosper Zion, 

   to build up the walls of Jerusalem. 

 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous, 

   in burnt offerings offered whole; 

   then bulls will be offered on your altar.

                                         The Psalms of David, psalm 51