Warm Welcome

 

She is in the living room

by her, a sliver of the sky

and a silence wound into it

that can stay in the heart

and engulf me, all around

at the very same time.

From the doorway you can see

flowers blossoming like her smile.

Inside, the quiet green leaves

caress the floor, as her voice

touches the depth of my soul.

In the corner on the right

the stairs go up and down

and down and up, the flight

merging into her presence.

All are one, and the sound

approaches me, a smile flowering,

climbing the stairs, a warm hand

of welcome spread around.

 

 

Yorky Pelinem

 

These letters are small insects

biting steadily at my fingers,

hurting, itching to be free.

That is what Yorky Pelinem

the poet said to me.

Don’t say I said so

but letters love me

as wife and children do.

Yorky Pelinem is his name

and his smell is Yorky Pelinem.

The piano speaks and silence hears,

letters see and feelings fly

into the invisible sky.

Tired, they come to rest

in a quiet restaurant.

They are a bright light

on the table, Yorky Pelinem.

 

 

Finlandia

 

You watch from the eyes of islands

and I, who am the voyage of life

touch you as I flow along:

carrying this ship, happy or sad,

floating on the waters

and flowing in all directions.

You watch from the eyes of islands

and I, who am the voyage of life,

touch you as I flow along.

When the sun shines on the sea,

the sea puckers its white lips

presenting them, expectantly.

The sun offers a kiss with rays

to the sea which hides

the sun in its breasts.

 

 

Rain and Tears

 

You were soaked right through

when you came to say goodbye

and refused my umbrella. Is it because

you thought my heart was warmth enough

and you needed no cover?

Do your eyes rain tears still,

and the storms fall where we said

goodbye, as I crest the hill

of clouds? One day the sun will

shine again. The rainbow will appear.

Do not worry!