The Cradle Of My Dreams
Gazing at the trails left deep in the sand of dreams that light up my soul, the trails made by her tender whispers…when she, so playful and with the sun in her chest and the soul wide open, begin telling me her vision of immortal gods of future, kisses for poems and castles echoing with children’s laughter, our castle high up in the mountains, where no raven will ever come, where only singing will be heard and love cherished, I have written this book.Those trails of her small feet define everything happening in my reality and my dreams. All of a sudden, everything matters – how I look with my moustaches, how I combed my hair, making faces in front of the mirror, if I ran out of some food, making the bed early in the morning (I hated it before)…You know, I must put away the creased pillows hiding the trembles of her heart and keep them safe until she comes again following the blue path of the night…every single thing matters! Believe me, it is easy to write a poem for those fluttering trails. The truth is not only in wine. The truth lies in the love she lavishes me with, the love that shines out of her beautiful eyes, smile and this tiny mole placed somewhere between my dreams and hands. My desires cannot reach them now so they wander around led by her promises. The truth lies within the lines
in this book, expressed through poetic sensitivity illuminated by the light of her beautiful soul.
I need just one word,
Warm and soft
Like your lips
So I can embrace it
And shelter within it
In these turbulent times
And sing a love song once again.
I love you, the love of my life
My poetic expression of these unique moments of freedom, playful hands encouraged by her promises, her kisses that place its trembles in a mosaic of passion, dancing shadows on the walls,wild seals built on her sighs some time before sunrise, bathing in the red glow of the morning sun somewhere under a palm tree in your neighbourhood …lies here before you. Leaving you alone surrounded by this eternal flame to read these verses breathlessly, I must tell you something: Love for the trails left deep in the sand of dreams is something you live for fully, twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. It gave birth to visions depicted in these poems.
The book author,
poet , author , literary critic
This book is aimed at all poetry lovers,and dedicated to a woman running through my
veins as a birthday present. A few words about her…When I first laid my eyes on her, looking so fragile while selling knowledge in a shop, I wished she would sell a soft pillow to me, for my dreams.She was shy, hidden beneath thousands of uniquely coded shells, shielding her romantic soul and world. When she spoke gently, I set sail across the seas of desire and oceans of longing. Favourable winds carried my boat to the emerald harbour of happiness. Mind you, fighting those shells was hard, but my heart fell in love with her lovely smile and her beautiful eyes. Then, one day, she opened up the gates of her soul
and bestowed her endless love upon me. The burning flames of a great love flared up,
turning the land of her dreams and mine into a blazing land of true love. Above it, stars light up the night sky and the first rays of the morning sun bathe our days and our
universe.Yes, she was shy, covered with thousands of coded shells within which she kept her
romantic soul and heart for me only. I love her.
The book, Aquielana, Holly, Gordana and I have been working on for so long, is finally out.
Here it is, bright and shiny, full of a latent power, ready to take you into a world of loving hearts,smiling eyes, and gentle touch . I wish to share this world of love, tenderness and inspiration with you, my dear friends. I wish you took the time to read these verses because each line has been written with so much love, love for the soul of my beautiful lady I share everything with. It tells ofour tiny universe, a special realm ruled by the most glorious feeling of all. It tells of a world where two hearts beat as one, where there is but one soul shared by two bodies… The world needs more of that. And that is the reason I want to share it with you, my dear friends. I want you to dive into this magnificent microcosm and, inspired by it, to start creating your own. No matter what others say,my friends, believe me when I tell you that all that we really need in this world is love.
Thank you !
For this post I have chosen a poem very dear to me.
I Want You To Walk This World
Written: © Maxima
On the palms of my dreams
Let us hold each other forever.
On the wings of endless desire
Our wet lips meet…
You – utterly ordinary
Wander through my mind.
Hey, my beloved
Exuberant in the colour of the night
We were kissing each other’s smiles
And sharing our sweetest desires.
I love it when you, so hopelessly in love,
Nestle in my arms
I want you to walk this world
Dazzled by my love.
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