Labyrinth of Cinnamon Roses

I became a slave to my own fervent desires
The magician who crafted the cradle of pain
And now, I‘m afraid only Wisdom of Salomon
Holds the key to solve this puzzle of vain

Every sunrise opens my eyes in this labyrinth
Where I hopelessly wander through the paths of maze
Filled row after row with wild cinnamon roses
That grow like a weed with no beginning or end

If I try to run, they will bind my hands and legs
The more I struggle its thorns scratch me to bleed
I know, I’ve witnessed the way out of here before
It must have been by a bird’s view in my dreams

With every falling star I wish to understand
Why this haunting nightmare never finds its end
Even bowed my head to thee All Mighty
In wish to grow wings that could break me free

But still from every waken daylight to fallen moon
I find myself stuck in this maze of cinnamon roses
And the voices within keep begging the question
Is this a creation of grave-master of my dreams

There is no exit for the sinuous path of this labyrinth
Déjà vu is reminiscent only once in a blue moon
No scissors are sharp enough to cut through these binds
Only free from this world can grow wings that could fly

I guess I am destined to wander here forever
I might as well learn to put up a roof over this hell
Become immune to the stings of venom before they will kill
Grow to be deaf and blind to the voices within

Häly Laasme

The Veil of Silence

I am so sorry for all the anguish I’ve caused
I never realized my silence could seed hurt such broad
That it could paint the dark clouds to thy sky
Engulf thee with feelings of failure somehow

Oh darling, thy thoughts breathe vicarious fantasy
But thou do not bear any fault in this reverie
Don’t let the gloomy moods haze eloquent memory
Prologue was inked with more than one protagonist

I know, not all the words are as light as the feather
At dark nights they can sink even ones who are wiser
But I will walk thee through the lines in the shadow
Shun all those stanzas that are filled with the sorrow

Thou have treated me with the same kind of grace
Days flew through beryl valleys with thy gentle voice
All sketches in achromatic found the strokes of hue
Through thy words like Aphrodite in the foam of sea I grew

But my sun and moon are carried on the back of salamander
I have learned to hide myself under the veil of silence
It’s the only way I know how to cope with the pain of fire
To crawl in the world so unaware of my presence

My dear, thou should not let rain on those beautiful paints
Thee Magician has not failed in the quest to create
I do feel as Blodeuedd spelled out of blossoms of oak
While should be the bird of the night for the hurt that I’ve caused

My heart is entwined with world that can not take thy pain
Thus dark clouds in thy sky became into mine to rain
My grief made me yearn more for thy voice to whisper
Wished thy words to spread wings like swans to lift my silence

Häly Laasme

You are not Worthy of My Heart

I was such a fool in believing that my heart was worth to you more
You didn’t even bother to bestow a minute for me in your thoughts
This is the end of the path - I’m not going to fight for love anymore
I must have been out of my mind to dream that you would ever care

I used up all the colors in the world to paint the stars for the heavens
But your desires made you too blind to distinguish any difference
Don’t say another word - they all faint in the wake of a daylight
You are not worthy of my heart, nor the window to my soul

So many nights I tossed and turned sleepless between the white sheets
You entwined my passion with fire that burned all the candles to wick
I yearned for embrace of your arms and the kisses of your warm lips
Why it took me forever to realize - you don’t deserve any of this

I arranged every note to freeze in time for the endless beauty of melody
My soul followed through octaves to the tones carried by the wind
Listen to my heart - the love binds all its words that render me breathless
I’ve become too frail to go on loving someone to whom I am so worthless

Our worlds are so different and unique like the seasons with their change
What ever may come - my tears would learn to rain and flood all the pain
No words of Shakespeare or nights full of jasmines could poison my head
Apologizes mean so little until you have proven to me that you care

Am I too ignorant of wishing your affections in vanilla and cinnamon swirls
When the lights go out, I always end up standing under the waterfall all alone
It is so freezing from the cold that it makes my body tremble and the lips blue
I’ll love you until the end of time, but there will be no second chances for you

Like the pink petals of orchids on the vine are such exquisitely clustered
My desires made love to your whispers that imagination bloomed to serenades
How would one be able to eat or sleep under magical spell of the honeysuckles
No man would ever be granted this privilege to drink from my lips again

I don’t ask you to move the crests of the Alps beyond the glaciated Himalayas
Or reverse the movements of vast ocean currents between the Hemispheres
I don’t expect for the Hanging Gardens of Babylon or the Jewels of Nefertiti
All I wish is to be loved through ones thoughts to the heart within - and no pretend

But the castles will fall into ruins if you make me not worth a single flower
The saga of romance will fade to a legend without ones fervor to light the fire
How did I become such a fool and consent you to treat me so minuscule
You are not worthy of this heart and forever banned to this soul

Häly Laasme

White Butterflies

Million white butterflies poise in the skies
Like a mirage in the green meadow
I wonder if the world can foresee
The death and the life they yield

The shadows of lies wrap all the land
While kissing the feet of Osiris
The cold nights make the world stand still
While freezing the picture through its lens

So many of them that no one can fight
Only fools will dream of breaking the bind
At the end of the day they will never disappear
Only fall off the earth to fill out the heavens

Do their snowflake wings ever get tired
from carrying the world that does not sing
What if there will be no more meadows
how would one hide from the coldness of shadows

White are the butterflies that cover my eyes
Lifting me off from the bleeding ground
Eternal is darkness that mirrors no light
As I fall and fall to the abyss of asphyxia

There are no answers to bear the truth
Only the fog that shelters the conscious
No words that can fracture the mirrors
Doors to cold hands that choke you to breathless

The contours of the world slowly fade away
As the blackness of shadows veils the pain
The open wounds will never bleed again
Only the white butterflies forever will remain

Häly Laasme

Red Roses

Everyone I know kept telling me
It cannot come true -
Because the red Roses don’t grow
In frigid winters, under the snow

But they do…

In the mid of the treacherous ice-storms
That wrap the leafless land in the blizzards
When the air is filled with sharp needles
So every single gasp and breath hurts

Their elegant, burgundy-red petals
Are the contrast against white, eloquent dunes
When they fall down to the pallid ground
Look like droplets of blood on the snow

While white squalls gobble up every inch of terrain
And bare trees crack under icy burdens
The stubborn Roses would sprout and grow
Even though it’s wrong season to bloom

It does not matter that no one believes
They all look through the crystal frames
The enigma and magic of sub-zero winter
That master, night-frost, secretly paints

But I believe …

The never-ending river of snowflakes
Bit by bit makes snowbound every soul
Like incessant hate of the people
Binds them over anything that could be different

They crush and trample on all the red blossoms
Because no Rose should grow in the snow
And once the sun falls asleep on the horizon
The winter in sorrow changes its ways

Grandly the night sky, like always
Wears its white pearls and black onyx
While the rest of the world is kept captive
by the cunning of their bewitching dreams

Finally the winter unfolds its feather-blanket
To protect dying Roses from the freezing stares
And gently covers up the last few of the petals
While its warm embraces will wipe away the tears

Although, then again people often do say -
Don’t touch the red Roses with prickly stems
Look out for the thorns in the palms of your hands
They can cut deep wounds that forever will stay

But we still do...

Häly Laasme

Obsessions of the Wind

Have you ever shared the obsessions of the wind
In the serenity of solitary contemplation
The blindness of your eyes will make you listen
The distinct resonance noting its existence

You can recognize its presence in the heavens
Become conscious of its shifting moves
Its strokes seem not as erratic as believed to
Is the judgment of its mischief from the distance

You can hear it combing the treetop after treetop
As fragile leaves rustle under its weight
And its loving embrace of returning twilight
Blooms sweetness of jasmines to the air

It will gradually tiptoe around you
Slowly wrapping its zealous breeze
While its hazy fingers tousle your hair
Fervent waves of kisses poison your head

The existence of world you forget to remember
As deceitful whispers blaze down your ears
All you sense are the closeness of heartbeats
While you’re utterly slaved by its love and passion

Suddenly the dusk will fade away from your eyes
And you realize there is nothing to see
Only the absolute tranquility -
Not even a leaf shivering on the tree

You assume it was a delirious dream
A figment of your fevered imagination
But be no wrong in the moment of confusion
It harbors injustice in your mind’s deliberation

Because once your weak eyes are fallen again
The warm embrace brings familiar feelings
As it gently brushes over your fainted body -
All you can hear is just the wind and its whispers

Häly Laasme

All I Wish Is to Close My Eyes

There is so much worthless pain and hate
That all the living is languishing away
The world will fall into lasting despair
Only furious waters and winds will remain
All that will be left as the currents deflect
Are the rotation of Earth and Coriolis effect

The raindrops would grow to rapid streams
And the rivers would flow into mighty oceans
The waves will pound and crash into rocky fjords
As white squalls gargle down the barrier islands
The water would swallow up all the land
While the torrential rains would never end

The fiery sun would blaze for the eternity
Sucking up all the pigment of chlorophyll
Every green bud and blossom would wither
No more savannas or forests or cooling moisture
Only treacherous deserts until the horizon will remain
The entire world - the waves of sand dunes will veil

The wind would blow through the dusk and dawn
It will howl and roar, while underneath it will swirl
The whole planet will be ravaged until nowhere to hide
As it plucks out every tree and root from the ground
Giant circles of clouds will spiral in the troposphere
Everything, once so abundant, will become desolate

I am so tired of all the hurt and perpetual pain
The greed, the hate and narcissistically devious ways
It makes me shamed about the truth of who I am
Common meal for humans has become another man
How did we ever lose all the love and understanding
I just wish to close my eyes to leave this undertaking


Häly Laasme

It's Life

I try to avoid
What you want me to tell you
You make me crazy when you write and ask millions of questions
And you make me crazy when you don’t speak at all

But what I can say is
That every morning when I drive
Through the back-roads of this half-conscious town
The sun is rising in the distance right in front of my eyes
Its blazing orb is battling the last night’s departing, purple clouds
As the new-born sunbeams - the ambience of gods - shyly flicker above

Its primordial presence is incredibly enchanting
As Tara bows in reverence, in the cool-morning mist
But it is not just the terrestrial spectacle in its beauty that humbles me
I could almost swear - I can see right through the thermosphere
to the billions of stars in the spiral of the Milky Way

I can feel the tears falling as they gently kiss my lips
And I suddenly realize that I can not breathe
I try to convince myself that it is not you who makes me feel this way
Since even when I would speak in thousand languages
You would still not be able to understand me

That sometimes it seems like I was born for you
That even when you are so far, I could feel you so near
That your soul is with me every undying night
And your voice is like an echo constantly in my mind

But there is nothing we can do, it’s life!

And It is Absolutely Insane!


Häly Laasme