Expecting Life

A vase with water, rising slowly

Every smile, cinnamon smell, fresh snow

Keeps filling it, drop by drop

On the warm skin of the beloved

There, ice melts into million drops

And so time ticks

with drops of feelings

My heart fills

with you

smelling, touching, and feeling life

through you

with the quiet acceptance

that it has finally arrived

To Admit or Not

When you are a girl dreaming of the white dress, it is easy to see yourself with that guy, happily ever after the heels are off and the white dress is hung back in the closet. When, however, it finally happens to you, all of a sudden you get a chain of fears starting from whether you'll look as good as you had dreamt in that white dress to whether this is all too soon although you have been planning for a year and dreaming for another 20. If, after years pass, you find yourself looking at him with your soul, not even noticing his new braces at 40, or his hair that's needed a cut for months now, then, maybe, finally, it is time to relax, and accept that by some sheer luck, you've made the right choice.

Getting used to things...

When the first rain falls on the sizzling summer sidewalks, the feeling is of relief, that change is there. Coats get taken out, better yet, they are being bought too soon, ignorant of the fact that more heat is to follow, just because the shop windows tell us "think of winter already!"

How long does this fresh smell of the rain last? Or the curling up on the sofa with hot tea...Pages of sunny beaches get taken out for Christmas and here we are, dreaming of the sizzle again...