words

some words are thick as honey,

the truth 

poisoned and corrupted,

caught

in sweetness  without limits,

trapped in words,

like a bee’s fragments in honey:

broken wings, parts of a legs, half of a jaw,

something small and dark,

could be an eye,

and a useless sting...

~c:NKO 1/24/13

my swords, my wounds

my swords… my wounds…

my slowly bleeding life…

a few drops of rain

trapped in the cobweb.

the thunder resonates

and rainbow drinks my eyes.

wind rustles through the wheat

and settles by my feet.

barefooted spirits of the plains,

my long forgotten friends,

kneel by the puddle of me.

o blessed emptiness,

embrace me,

let me rest.

~c:NKO 1/21/13

in dreams

it’s dark and cold.

what’s missing maddens my heart.

in slow motion, fragments of me

afloat

until they freeze, until they sparkle

like snowflakes, mixed with silver

like stars, lost in dark heavens

in my dreams

I’m searching for what’s missing:

your voice in silver,

your eyes in my dreams,

I am in your eyes

~c:NKO1/19/13

dreamscape

dreamscape

it’s more than a coincidence  when

another day weaves its way

through an empty bird’s nest,

through the dry riverbeds,

through the sleeping streets of a city

and doesn’t awake a single soul, when

moonlight fills the eyes of the sleeping,

when the wind is caught  in the eye of a trembling window.

when a frightened wolf, spellbound

by the endless night, howls at the full moon

trapped by the nails of the leafless branches.

I cannot decipher a single sign,

 I can’t recognize a single face.

there is no place to rest among the sleeping,

there is no place to live among the dead.

I slide on my knees. the last sound

escapes my lungs and the mist swirls

over a dreamscape

~c: NKO1/11/13

distance

you  wouldn’t have recognized me

if I wouldn’t held yellow lilies in my hands,

if the wind wouldn’t played with my hair

when I stayed still, alone in the middle

of the flowing crowd.

what was the separation, before we met?

just  knots on the face of the clock.

what is the distance? it collapsed

between our heartbeats.

the meaning is in now, it exceeds

all previous knowledge, as the sound

exceeds words. the world begins

in my eyes and ends in yours

~c:NKO1/8/14

grain by grain

…grain by grain, speck by speck

I’ve been assembling myself

for many days.

I have lost count…

I will let the rain

wash my shoulders, my hair,

the back of my neck,

until I freeze and shatter-

back into the sand and specks-

and then,

I’ll start over again.

maybe

this time I’ll do it right

~c;NKO 1/8/13

all that matters

…traces of blue in your eyes.

your face made out of memory,

your hair - out of yarn.

the wind blows through your heart.

as I have lost my compass,

 the time crawls, exploring alternatives.

 all the mirrors shattered

in the clap of a blind echo.

in the silky cloak of the wind

 a touch is wrapped,

it brushes against my skin

and this is all that matters

~c:NKO 1/6/13

when you open your eyes I’ll melt

when the glow of the light

breaks day from the night,

and the night harbors the fragrance

 of a blooming plum tree

in its humid breeze,

I inhale your breath…

if I would be the wind,

I’d stay low, in the grass,

where the life of the dreams

suspended

in the blue of a dew.

if I would have eyes,

I would see the rainbow trapped

in the swing of a drop,

butterflies wrapped in cocoons…

oh, my love,
the butterflies wrapped in cocoons,
trapped...

if I would have hands,

I’d pluck the drops

and hang them on your eyelids.

when you open your eyes

I’ll melt

~c:NKO1/2/2013