WINGED BONDAGE Freedom flies away On autumn wings— Beyond the horizon, Far away to the south . . . The mountain range Weighs heavily on my eyes.

      Painting by Adina Romanescu   And If Love Were Right? . . .     Love, love, love! Always love! Everyone seeks it from the first sigh.

  John Hacking, The Netherlands The Light It dawns … the sun rises out of nowhere, ignites what only apparently comes from afar though it is near and

A Poem for Saint Valentine’s Day   The Sound of Existence to Diana Say your name softly over mine and repeat it every night before each song of

Repairer of Rainbows My commandment, since the beginning, from the never-returned star signs, is to toil, with burned eyelashes, to repair butterfly wings. Godly, I am carrying my

Arid Field The barren field is flooded by the fire, seedlings burn like scanty hairs, earth’s chapped lips remain silent, only the trees in the distance are trembling

Painting by Dominique Joyeux, France https://dominiquejoyeuxart.com Correction The manuscript of your book is…at printer, and the proofs will be corrected soon ─I almost said “hoisted”─ * (Ewald Osers,

Painting by LEE Tsuen-Chi, Taiwan What Do You Need? What do you need? A tree a house to measure how big or small life is as a human

Painting by Ho Huai-shuo, Taiwan Crossing   Winter carries out its cold, lashes with hail and northerly wind the bare branches of a frosty December. Pale and bleached,

With by best wishes for a peaceful Christmas Germain Droogenbroodt Silence When you live in a world of sounds which one day falls silent wheels stand still airplanes