Eterne

Zobaczyć Tatry

2025-11-13T10:00:00.001-05:00

"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

2015-05-24T06:41:00.003-04:00

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

2013-09-26T16:03:00.000-04:00

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

2013-05-01T03:32:00.000-04:00

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

2013-04-27T00:27:00.000-04:00

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

*******************************************

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

2012-10-15T17:42:00.000-04:00

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

2012-07-24T20:17:00.002-04:00

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

2012-07-24T20:05:00.002-04:00

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]

2011-07-05T15:43:00.002-04:00

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

2011-02-08T13:07:00.003-05:00

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

2011-02-01T14:07:00.002-05:00

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

2011-01-05T02:24:00.001-05:00

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

2011-01-01T13:58:00.004-05:00

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

2010-11-27T05:19:00.001-05:00

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

2010-11-19T18:20:00.004-05:00

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

2010-11-16T19:48:00.001-05:00

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

2010-11-14T19:01:00.005-05:00

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)

2010-11-11T18:11:00.003-05:00

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

2010-10-26T18:19:00.000-04:00

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

2010-09-14T16:03:00.001-04:00

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

[It is not getting easier]

2010-08-28T09:05:00.002-04:00

It is not getting easier with each passing day...
They say:
"Time heals everything"
"Time makes you forget"

But what meaning does time have?
We are just a speck in eternity:
What difference does make a day,
a few months or a thousand years?

How can time contain love?
We are a part of eternity
and so is love: Immeasurable entity
and a part of us.

They say:
"Time heals everything"
"Time makes you forget",
but it is not getting easier with each passing day...

Maybe they really don't know much?
Scrupulous accountants
meticulously processing minutes of their lives,
slaves of time they created
oblivious to the strength of love.

Eterne
May 2010

Ash Tree

2010-08-28T09:01:00.001-04:00

When we spoke about the tall gray ash tree
in front of my bedroom window,
you've asked me:
"Can you see the sky when there are leaves?"
Then you came when the tree
was adorned with thick green foliage
- and we could see the blue sky
from our hide-away in my tree-house.
Now again the tree is full of young leaves
and I see the sky, despite that you are not hiding with me…
Yet there is snow falling on the new leaves in May;
It is snowing in my heart as well.
Such a strange Spring we have this year...

Eterne

May 2010

Lament

2010-08-28T08:52:00.001-04:00

How far do I have to swim against the current
to reach the shore of peace?
How high need I walk uphill
to reach the summit and see
the landscape and the road leading me?

How fast do I have to run against the wind?
How much longer can I sail in storm and thunder
without letting my boat sink?
How much more strength do I have
to do the Sisyphus' job against everyone's will?

Who is there to lend me a hand?
Is there anybody to inspire me and praise,
to let me know that my labors are not in vain?
Is there anyone on my side, who wishes me well?

I've called, many times
and I thought I've heard someone answering my cries,
but it was just my own voice
echoing....

Eterne

June 2010

Harbor

2010-08-28T08:44:00.001-04:00

Just seconds before I fall asleep

I go back to a place

of calm happiness, peace and tranquility…

Turbulence of the troubled world drift away,

nothing matters, I feel safe;

my heart is home to me.

The same way I feel

when you are holding me:

calm happiness, peace and tranquility…

Turbulence of the troubled world drift away,

nothing else matters, nothing else exists;

your arms are home to me…

This moment brings us together; before I fall asleep,

even when you are distant; amid the storms and rain,

every night I feel the safe harbor of your embrace...

I just have to reach it and make peace.

Nothing matters; nothing else exists;

loving you is home to me...

Eterne

May 2010

Quiet Desperation

2010-08-28T08:34:00.001-04:00

to Robert

Quoting a Very Famous Person,
Robert said so many times
that most people live the lives
of a quiet desperation.

They grind their teeth while smiling
to keep the appearances
of effortless happiness and success
- whatever they mean by that!

They are making their parents proud:
Getting married, build careers,
pleasing spouses, raising children;
in their lovely picket-fenced homes
they fear their own freedom.

They expect great rewards in this or in an after-life
from the cruel gods they choose to fear:
For living a loveless life, and for not knowing who they are;
for selling their soul to the devil of Compliance
who charms them with a sweet talk,
and looking deeply into their eyes
sways them to follow the one who follows last.

And only sometimes
when their spouse sleeps soundly at their side,
in the deepest dark of the night
secretly they take off their masks
and allow themselves to be who they are.

Feeling the loneliness of their own being,
staring at the ceiling during sleepless nights
with emptiness in their eyes and dry throats
or quietly crying in their pillows,
they yearn to be loved.

I am sure that the degree of desperation
varies from person to person;
sometimes it is bearable, sometimes they break free
like I did...
But I thought they always can get off their knees
and choose not to live such life
of a quiet desperation.

I've learned only now
that sometimes the choice has been made for us:
I did not choose for you to be gone,
I did not choose to cry at night,
I did not choose not to see the love in your eyes.
I didn't choose to keep the appearances
and smile while inside I'm falling apart.

Without your love
my life has become one of those lives
Robert was talking about,
echoing a Very Famous Person:
Without your love I live a life
of a quiet desperation.

Eterne

June 2010