Poetic Cycle from the Book “My Lyrics”

YOUR BEAUTYAmidst the bunch full of rosesThere are plenty of scents and dozens of colours,Two angels speak to me with fluttering glancesIn a rose of laughter nature appears to me.Your deep smile adds to their beautyAnd the whole bunch begins to catch fire,Your lip speaks with only one seasonIt is measured only by the rainbow of happiness.I sit and watch them, lost in thought I fall silent,How can I make a bunch of verses for You,For you to keep deep in your vineyardFor this blossoming you display here?I sit and watch them, lost in thought I fall silent,The lips that come and go like pearls,I plant their beauty with my pen in this lineSo the generations to come may see the blossoming.Then they will eagerly say to my pen:“Ah, how beautifully carved, ah, how beautifully found!”But by then I will be sleepingOnly beauty will have remained after us...Eternally beautiful, an unfading dream..IF YOU DO NOT COMEDesire catches fire from your words,Like a maiden’s lip from a burning kiss...A wandering dream, the heart shakes its wings,Neither longing nor thirst have an end for it...The meadow of the soul, tired and exhausted,Far away its withered flower remained...The fruit of love has stayed on the branchIt thirsts for a little warmth, for sun...If you do not come to kiss it, it remains an unripe fruit!THE BOOK OF YOUR SOULI have your soul as a bookThere I find drama and comedy,Sometimes it seems you become a tigerSometimes an angel, and sometimes human.Your book is full of varietyBlessed is he who reads within it,He travels freely through springsHe hears the feeling when it sings.Your sweet beautyRocks me to sleep in dreams,This dreamy novel for meI never want it to end...WITHOUT YOU !I see you have stripped your arms of winter,The body lightened – a laughing spring...The branch of the soul, green and washed,Fragile and beautiful for passing eyes...The buds chirp in the ancient nest,Seeking to bring the beauty out...You walk, your body laden with scent,The only blossoming of our love...Without YOU, spring falls silent in our soul...IT IS RAINING IN YOUR CITYA few drops of rain on your bodyAre teardrops from my eyes,Like a cloud, desire goes and runsIt comes and pours its longing upon You...It flows sadly, it goes downhillThe streams cannot be held back with their gurgling,In the sky of the soul the clouds weep,They pour their pain far into the sea...That is why the sea is salty,From the tears of departed lovers !YOU ARE SILENTThe street listens, the leaves stay silentWhen your footstep taps slowly,Boyish glances waitWhen you glide by like a sea with waves...You smile, you sway your beautyAnd you step to walk far away,But you know well, yet you cannot,In their eyes you burn like a flame...You vanish far away, the vision remains,It vibrates lightly in their souls,True, YOU leave but the fire remainsIt burns and melts the leaves of the soul...Though you are silent, You still speak,With the rose of your burning lip,With your beauty of flame and seaIt drowns you, but it also brings you to life...DEPARTUREThe car runs, it flees on four wheels,It leaves behind two long parallel lines.The distance shrinks the two small lipsGlances and caresses melt away together...I don’t know what I feel in my heart, my soul tells me something,The further I go... the image shrinks,Love, longing, like a full cloudWith a rainfall of desires, gets loaded, gets heavy...It waits for your smile to unload...I KNOW, MY DEARI know, my dear, you are very upset,The clouds of worry have fallen over your eyes,Perhaps you have been waiting for me all eveningWaiting for the mobile’s song beneath the moon.You cast your eyes to the sky, like a blue dome,Longing glows like a hearth within it,But your star is no longer near,In the sky of your soul, you miss it.If you get thirsty for my lipsCast your eyes, and look up at the moon.Drink it as in a dream with your thirst like embers,My love will be a glass...Drink it, quench your longing, my dear, for the fire goes out on its own...WITHOUT YOUR EYESA bird shakes its little wingsLike the hope of an endless summer...Then winter enters down a path,It goes into the forest and through the branches...And covers them with whiteness,Mountains, fields and everything...But as soon as your eye opens somewhere,It parts the clouds a little like a cloak...It smiles at the snow with love,Turns it to tears, turns it to rain...And the word of the meadow and the river,Wakes the joys from their sleep...Wakes the shoots of love,Hidden by the whiteness...And all of nature comes to life,The face of the universe brightens...Because, my dear, your hand,Gives caresses to this world...Makes it smile, makes it come alive,Makes the foliage of the soul sprout leaves...Without your eyes, washed like springsThe beautiful world has no joys...Just like my own life....WHEN MY DAY IS BORNTwo eyes together with the dawnHarmony on the score of life,Inside they hold beauty, joyWhenever you greet the world with your gaze...Golden hair under the sun’s raysYou comb it through the fingers of branches,And the whole sky turns purpleUnder the soul’s longing when you express them...On the piano of my feelings.. You do not know...Your gaze plays thousands of melodies

PILO ZYBA