Olden of the water



To one of the few living witnesses, an homage…

Amazed at your grandeur I quiver in your shadow.

     Smell of old, smell of water and of dirt.

How to understand your magnificence?

     You just lie still for it all.

Uncountable existences have lain by your shade.

     And innumerable more will pass after my passing.

Encountering your presence I ask…

     …please tell me the stories of old.

How to decipher your silence?

     Watch the sunshine, hear the wind and feel the past.

Unravelling your body takes my mind away.

     One more intricacy of the giant, one more attribute that makes me awe.

Enriched by your existence I stand beside you.

      Proud and strong I feel.

Towards immortality you have pushed our existence.

     Allow me, in the smallest measure, to return this gesture.

Ending these lines I make this homage, Olden of the water.

     Receive my praise, my respect and my love.

Tall Tree

The smoke, it slowly rises
In the wind it's almost singing
Flames cover the faces
As it's been through the ages

The final knowledge is lost
From the man, at whose cost?
Where's my guardian angel?
There must be a place...somewhere

Brave faced ones begin to listen
The Holy man catches their glimpses 
No need to address us now
For this turn is over


Frightened from the beginning
My duty has been done
The day is finished
Look what I've become 

Tree of Eden

My roots dig deep

still in search of

an answer.

My branches reach out

to part the wisdom - 

(mere seeds of change)

I hide the truth

in my shadows,

but for a few

who care.

While my kin,

walk carelessly

over my tears … 

… which fall to earth

soft and velvet -

(flowers of 

vibrant colours)

Bringing back

memories of

the lovers … 

… and of a time, 

when a tree, 

fell in love with a butterfly.

(And bore a fruit

that would 

alter the course

of human life.)