Before Dawn


What do we see in darkness?

Is this darkness true?

I am in love with dawn,

When stars kiss the jet black sky

Before light arrives.

I am on my veranda again, 

looking at stars, moon is at the other side,

 can’t see through her light!

I am curious, 

in my deep longing to meet God in every experience.

 I am in so much love

 and devotion to this just one moment, 

when my eyes are his

 and his heart, mine.

God is here and I am gone.

5.43 am, Larnaca

Photo, same sky, same veranda before dawn ūüėÉ

Love is our home


My love, 

we are wrapped

 with soft whisper of moonlight,

willing to risk our hearts to be

Intimate and exposed 

to ache of our ancestors bones and ground.

My love, 

In day light, we walk alone

hidden from dark

seeking reverence. 

Love me here, love me now,

Nobody know

what happens in the next moment.
My love, 

All roads are take us

to open lotus of our hearts,

At night, we make love

And dawn shows the real face 

of our intimate trust.

One more kiss

On marble of all uncertainties.

Life loves us,

I and You,

the two sides of one coin.

No more safeguarding,

Melt my heart, burn my soul.

I am here, I am now,

Love is our home.
Serena Devi

Solitary Man

Would I be able to live

 with a broken heart, 

he asks?

The red rose smiled

 and pressed the edge of thorn

 closer to skin of her petals.

The way to freedom

 is through ache and blood, 

your broken heart 

is the entry of a true love, 

she said.
So many layers, 

walls, steel you are 

 using to  guard yourself, 

what are you holding in safe?

why are blocking the light?

My beloved, kiss the thorn

feel your broken heart,

Love is the only path, walk

she said.

the blood of love is lava, 

it burns and flows forward.

 It awakes all your senses,

 desires to be free again, 

to love fearless 

and never stop 

by jet black of solitary

 or blue edge of doubt 

before a new dawn, take a flight.
Love again and be loved again,

The journey within in a solo walkabout

The one on earth should be hand in hand, 

one pulse in two loving hearts. 

One love for all, 
He picked another olive, 

ache was gone.

He looked at the sky,

Saw a new light,

Smell of rose and jasmin, 

 scent of a new beloved,

magic lies in silent touch 

Of a two heart

Just before words arrive

And lips shape the first kiss.

Ah, his heart opens up

To love and be loved 

In each breath of life.
©Serena Devi, Now! 23rd Oct 2016