Zobaczyć Tatry

"Ludzie dzielą się na tych, którzy kochają Tatry 

i tych, którzy jeszcze ich nie widzieli"

 Hej, Wierchy Czerwone i Śpiący Rycerze!

Mnichu zadumany, jak źrenicy strzeżesz

Bałtyku naszego przy samiutkim niebie,

Czemuż ja nie mogę znów zobaczyć Ciebie?

Rzucone z wahaniem poprzez lewe ramię

W Morskim Oku leżą grosze zapomniane    

Złudnej obietnicy czekając spełnienia

Miłości gorącej pierwszego wejrzenia...

Hej, Chłopaku Miły o oczach zielonych

Jako wierchy sosen w Tatrach upragnionych -

Wróćmy do serc naszych, bo tęskno i rzewnie

Słuchać mowy naszej szmerliwej i śpiewnej,

Szumu tataraku i powiewu morza,

Łąk letnich koncertów i poszeptów zboża

I skowronka, który zawisł nad polami

Ach! Czemuż nie mogę być tam, razem z Wami?

Stąpać po tej ziemi, co nas ukochała,

Tam, gdzie naszych przodków spoczywają ciała,

Gdzie jest bliżej serca i bliżej radości

Boże! Nie pozbawiaj mnie mojej Miłości!

Snapshots

Now

since I went
to the door 
of the other side
and back
Twice

My soul is old and wise
My heart is calm

And only sometimes

I remember your ardent lips
delicate scent of your body
 your sweet touch

And the way 
you caressed my face
with your eyes

Looking at me
as if I was
the most beautiful thing
that ever happened

In your life

Dreaming Reality

In the world I dream
houses are made of cards,
attics are full of light
and new sleek things;
confused spiders moved out 
onto the blue sky,
to meticulously waive their webs there,
day and night.

Up-side-down hangs the sun, 
like a big orange
in psychedelic evening sky;
for the amusement of public
spewing  to the ground
toxic rainbow
of misconceptions
and elaborate lies.

Words, like chameleons
what they will never be, pretend
changing colours and shades:
Freedom wears chains of slaves
white is black, hate means love,
and Mars is raging mad
for he loves peace 
more than life.

Invisible elephants
crowding living-rooms
snuggling on sofas,
eating plastic popcorn 
mesmerized, watching soap on TV
- an integral bliss
of unconscious life
of a happy family.

* * *
Late at night, when I discard
this heavy cloak of insanity,
reading old books with real in them words
I travel, daydreaming, to such a world,
as once I was told, exists:
Where love means love,
truth is true,
and peace brings peace.

Aspirations

 The past does not yet sleep deeply

the future still did not arrive

dune of ambiguity

between the Seas

of Uncertain Future

and of Painful Past

Winds blow from all directions

throwing sand in my eyes

Cold, indifferent stars

do not guide…

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Aspiracje

Przeszłość jeszcze twardo nie śpi

przyszłość jeszcze nie nadeszla

pomiędzy Morzami

Niepewnej Przyszłości

Bolesnej Przeszłości

wydma możliwości                                     

Wiatry wieją z każdej strony

piaskiem sypiąc w oczy

Obojętne, zimne gwiazdy

nie wskazują drogi…

Eterne, May 1, 2013

Chance

A day

when thrown into space

our thoughts met

and recognized each other

like long lost childhood friends.

Savoring bits of information

in tiny stories and tête-à-têtes

we discover our lives

And word by word

our separate worlds fade

into one

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Przypadek

Dzień,

gdy spotkały się nasze myśli

rzucone w przestrzeń,

jak zagubieni przyjaciele z dzieciństwa

rozpoznając się wzajemnie.

Delektując się cząstkami wiedzy

w historyjkach i rozmowach tête-à-tête

odkrywamy naszą przeszłość

Z każdym słowem dwa światy 

przenikają się wzajemnie,

przeistaczając się

w jeden.

Eterne, April 27, 20013

Darling eyes

I wouldn't be able to tell
what is exactly 
the colour of your eyes.
I only remember 
the silver light in them,
with your sweet smile
illuminating your face,
when you looked at mine.
I miss you, Darling,
and I miss that silver light.

Shower

Your fresh smiles

Like drops of dew  

falling on my skin

rays in your eyes 

warming my heart

making my pulse rise           

to the occasion

of the unbearable pleasure

of basking in the rain                                 

of your happiness

showering down

on me

The Things That Don't Matter

Elated state of being

Our feelings deeply hidden

On the bottom of our eyes

My only Home in your embrace

Your Holy Grail in mine

Why should hearts ever matter?

They do not matter much.

                                                                                    

The petal of my life held

On the palm of your hand

Time standing still by our side

Patiently and understandingly

Waiting for us to start the race

After the false start happened twice

But time does not matter much

                                                                                                    

Elated state of being

Of merge and intertwine

Knowing your heart by heart

Arrays of possibilities

Of the deepest and the sweetest

Humanly possible touch

But it doesn’t matter much

Your promises and your tears,

Our plans, and future dreams

My bottomless sorrow

And your heavy heart

Over our secret shrine

Why should dreams ever matter?

They do not matter much.

                                                                                         

What matters is forgetting

Forgetting all that matters, and then

Forgetting that we’ve forgotten, again.

What matters is pretending

Pretending that we’ve forgotten, twice

Elated state of being,

Unnamed love

[That moment]

That moment
when a tear fell off my cheek
for I’ve missed your kiss
contained a universe within:
someone’s joy and laughter
someone’s bliss
someone’s hatred
someone making love
someone’s cries of pain
someone’s birth
someone’s last breath
someone whispering the name
of the one they love
sunrise and sunset
raindrops and tears
war and peace
reflected within that moment
when I smiled
thinking about your lips
touching mine
and a tear fell off my cheek.

Escape 2

Trusting but guarded

hopeful yet skeptic

afraid to  admire

apprehensive

unassertive

afraid of being devoured

annihilated

 

terrified of the power

we have over one another

we’ve rescued ourselves by escape

eternal travelers

we’ve sentenced ourselves

for endless destitute

in the name of search for perfection

If we ever were to find yet again

divine love

we would escape it

once more

 

I wish that we knew how to love each other

braver…

 

Eterne

Shell

I was a living, loving person:
My warm embrace,
the softness of my skin,
the scent of my hair;
my kiss and touch,
my laughter,
the timbre of my voice;

I was
the velvety darkness of my eyes
heavy with happiness
about being loved;

I was
my brightened face
by the rays reflected
from the Sea of Trust and Hope…

I was just the beginning
of your Great Love Story
all your life
you’ve yearned for.

* * *
Now I’m reduced to just a few snapshots
forgotten
on the bottom of your memory’s drawer…
Now I am a  shell of who I was:
I am a small shell you brought from vacation
and forgot…

Eterne

The One and Only

A solemn face in the mirror,

my eyes darker than ever before…

You stole the light and the fire,

casually passing by through my soul…

Eterne

January, 2011

silver lining

the year 

which just had passed  

so strange  

was meant to be  

a year 

of a blossoming love  

and good fortune  

for us…  

it was a year 

of suffering,  

hurt  

and death  

and I am still to discover  

the silver lining...  

yet  

I wasn’t the one who died  

and neither  

did die my love…  

Eterne

Every Day

Everyday when I open my eyes,
I hope: Maybe today will be better,
maybe I won’t miss you as much,
and my heart won’t break for the nth time.
But the days come and go
and except that you are still missing
nothing changes at all.

Eterne

no difference

I live next door to you
but I could as well live half a world away
no difference it would make:
We would miss each other just as much
I would love you same as I love you now
and you would be as distant as you are.
Nothing would change if I lived far away:
We would miss each other
as we did all our lives
before we’ve met in person
for the first time.


Eterne
September, 2010

Dungeon

Captured in your gaze

and chained by my thoughts,

I’m thrown into cold darkness

devoided of hope

for Spring, for sunlight,

for a warm hug,

a walk in a park,

heart-to-heart conversations,

Sundays’ breakfasts in bed,

small acts of love:

you in my life

Eterne

October 2010

falling asleep

Last night you were with me:
I've kissed your eyes and your lips
and cuddled close to your your chest
happy with your presence
surrounded by your scent
and the warmth of your body.
You didn’t do anything,
just murmured "sweet dreams, baby"...
But I’ve been dreaming already,
sending you my love as falling asleep
while your body was somewhere else
far away from me.
 
 
Eterne
September 2010

nothing (I'm just angry)

passionately and joyfully
i used to love life
now i just want to die
i shouldn't be paying a price so high
for a few months of your secret love
i shouldn't have
with all my strength trying to forget
what i want in life the most
to what you are blind and deaf
(or if you see it, you deny it anyway)
i just shouldn't have
i shouldn't have
had taken from me my heart and soul
and my body thrown away...
it's inhumane

Eterne
07.05.2010

For Those Who Love

Perhaps your heart is full of birds and stars,
lifted by falling in love,
and you are thinking:  It is possible
to sit comfortably on the cloud nine
till the end of time;

or perhaps your heart is too heavy to carry around,
because your lover is gone,
or no longer among us. But you still love:
Your heart cradles the memories of the past days,
your fingertips still sense the touch of their beloved face...

Maybe your heart is like a tree growing stronger each year
amid  the hurricanes, winter storms and  torrential rains
intertwined with sunny breaks,
repeating themselves with the regularity of  passing seasons
- a predictable unpredictability bringing to your heart 
strength and flexibility,

or maybe  your heart is like a  red sunset,
breathtaking at the end of a busy  harvest's day,
or like a lake in a forest at dawn,
wrapped in a  shawl of a white mist    
- because your love filled up your heart  
with beauty and peace, 
and brought you the quiet joy of existence ...

If you are that person,  if this is your heart,
then  in my poems  you may see your love 
in the mirror of mine.

Eterne

Sailing

When you are sailing
on the ocean of your thoughts
your eyes are steel-gray,
reflecting the cloudy sky above
and the depths of the waters
you are crossing.

You are visiting countless ports,
and, like a back of your hand,
you know many different shores;
you can tell the constellations
guiding your boat from above,
but you never touch the waves...

Afraid of icebergs and coral reefs
just on the surface, drifting,
you don't explore the mystery of the ocean;
like a sailor afraid of a voice of a siren,
not knowing how to swim and afraid of drowning
- you never immerse in water...

While I dive,
and swim to the nadir of my sea
to set me free.

Eterne

September 2010