The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Friday, August 3, 2012

Northern Star

Stella Polaris.
Constant light. Showing North.
Never failing.
Guiding light for lost souls.
Always there in the night sky.
For centuries.

And when the song strikes a chord in the heart
I’ll be there
And when the music becomes too much to bear
And your heart wants to return home
A light will show you the way.

The Star of the North.
It knows all your memories
All your troubles and sorrows
Drowned in the seven seas
It knows your joy and your songs
And what makes your soul fly.

And when you see the table set for guests
And the familiar faces waiting for your return
You know, that’s the end of the road
This is where you put the suitcase down and
Where you belong.

In the arms of the loved ones.
Celebrating the return.
Under the faithful light
Of the northern star.

from the poetry collection Northern Star >

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