A tigress roars. In a trap. A whirlwind fury Of orange fire and black storm Back and forth

Branches Bare, black branches And forlorn grey sky For my burial blanket. You, vultures,

Monotonous thunder Of metal on metal At the speed of Great Transsiberi… Reverberates in my eardrums. Thousands upon thousands

Gentle hands tend, mend, mind. Smooth, seamless movements, As she goes around her little worl… It’s dark outside, But she is safe

Tormented soul seeds turmoil. One with storm in the heart Brings rain. You forced Death’s hand. He is a gentle taker,

Hand in hand, Is it possible? Walking as Adam and Eve, In our glorious nakedness Of body, soul and spirit.

Unicorns still do exist They are not born, or seen in thei… No one has met a star-white, one h… In this age they are being sent fr… ©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2014

I’m listening to snowflakes dying, As they melt upon the tips of my e… I’m watching silence slipping thro… This tentative and reticent sign-l… Of my attempt to grasp for heavens…

Close your heavy eyelids Rest your weary soul With a gentle kiss upon the brow I send you in this lonely boat Across dark waters

Shut the door behind a tired day. Let the last sun rays flee Behind horizon lines. Weary soul plunging into Welcome arms of night.

Nature’s poetry in motion Performed in hoofbeats of a gallop… Prancing, dancing horse. But so fleeting is the rhythm, the… Our human eye cannot discern

On a kind of morning When nothing feels quite right, Heart whimpers, For what?, It knows not

Insistent, yet gentle and knowing, Fingers of Spring Break open the stale shell, Long overdue to blossom. Insistent,

I gaze into your eyes, And realize That this is where stars go hiding… The moment Celestial Zeus announces a brand…

In the palm of the storm Concealed is a precious pearl. In the eye of the storm Is revealed a luminous teardrop. In the palm of the storm