A LACE OF FULFILLED DREAMS

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

and thy speech is comely...”

(Song of Solomon 4:3)

When hearing how your voice begins to weave

The delicate, fine lace of dreams made true,

My heart grows quiet, waiting for relief,

Not asking if wingless it can fly to you.

An unearthly dream uplifts it to the skies,

While in your lips the wind begins to spin.

You fill me up, yet more I want to rise.

I do not ask – when or where we shall begin...

Among the evening clouds within the setting light,

Your waiting voice will fall into a rest,

And feeling, like a burning fire in the night,

Will weave us in one lace upon your chest.

CAPTIVATE ME, O LOVE!

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Turn away thine eyes from me,

for they have overcome me...”

(Song of Solomon 6:5)

In the snow-white-dyed ropes o’er an abyss,

My long gaze is transfixed on your face.

If I look to the side – I will vanish,

Like a smoke scattered out with no trace.

Let me pass into you, drawn and driven.

Past your eyes. In the wild captive storm.

Where alone in its beauty is given

The bright spring of green longing so warm.

Where the birds in their flight keep arriving,

And the world like a harp starts to ring...

Having conquered me, saving and striving –

Captivate me, O love, like a king...

LET THERE BE DOVES UPON YOUR FAIRY FACE

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, 

thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes...”

(Song of Solomon 1:15)

I would not find a color in the bow

To capture in a stroke your shining face.

Through your sweet eyes, where beautiful things grow,

The doves will make a white and boundless space.

The wondrous poetry will softly coo.

A heavenly ray upon your lids will bide.

And in your gaze a break will shine for you,

Prepared to gather all my calls inside.

And in the flash, when visible and clear

You capture me, a whisper I will trace:

Let there be doves, so innocent and dear,

And let me fly with them in happy grace.

THE TENDERNESS WITH FLOWING MANES

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“I have compared thee, O my love,

to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots...”

(Song of Solomon 1:9)

A craved-for sound of clicking horseshoes’ stride.

Bright fairy horses fly into the sky.

My lonely voice just asked into the tide:

“Do you love me? Even a little, try...”

And as if tenderness, with flowing manes,

Gathered wild winds throughout its racing flight.

While our emotions – playful in our veins –

Shone with the sunrise of a morning bright.

Our hearts were sparking from the horseshoes' beat.

And that loud thud – that all the world must throb,

When with our lips, prepared the flash to meet,

Within a single kiss my soul you rob.

BITTER SWEETNESS

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! 

how much better is thy love than wine...”

(Song of Solomon 4:10)

I wanted you like wormwood wine, in foam!

To taste the bitter flavor of your breath.

With tenderness inside my sips to roam.

Within my thoughts a song to defeat death.

A path I walked – to find you and possess.

A night I stayed – alone beneath the skies.

A dream I dreamed – to drink your tenderness.

A wish I wished – to steal the dream that flies.

I found you now. An aged wine to share.

A magic moment has captured every word.

Pour in my heart! No pity and no care!

And stay a bitter sweetness – yet unheard!

AFTER THE SUNSET

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: 

he feedeth his flock among the lilies.”

(Song of Solomon 6:3)

How I desire this joy to never fade,

Imbued with scent that clover fields impart.

By burning sunsets into night we're led,

Yet every rising morning tears us apart.

And that high tremor from the bells above

Recalls a shepherd's call upon the breeze.

Grant me your soft caress, a vow of love,

To burn me through the meadows' rolling seas.

Let day now end – with colorful sheep asleep.

Let all the bells grow still, their echoes die.

And in the thirst for your sweet face to keep,

To drink you up – as white as milk on high.

BEFORE THE SUNRISE

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, 

my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, 

and my locks with the drops of the night.”

(Song of Solomon 5:2)

If dew should come to cover up my head

And night drops in my hair begin to gleam –

Along a path of sleeping skies I’ll tread,

To come to you upon the horse of dream.

Awakened now – please open wide the door.

More real than sleep, I’ll fold you in my space.

A burning ray from eastern shores will soar

To call us out into its wild embrace.

And in the flight to moments past compare,

Sparks will fade out in clicking horseshoes’ stride.

Follow me now! And let us burn and share

One Love that stands above all loves beside.

AN AMBER CALL

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Thy lips, O my spouse, drop

as the honeycomb...”

(Song of Solomon 4:11)

Around me now the bees with passion hum,

They gather nectar from each tender sigh.

And to your lips my flying call has come,

To be your amber, prayed for from on high.

With gentle scents that flowers softly bear –

Become a fragrant shelter for my soul.

Poured out of love. Arrayed in sunny flare.

A dream that made the stars and sun a whole.

You smell of honey. Sweetness flows and rings

From all the trills your ringing voice can cast.

I would not ask what joy your fortune brings,

Because with you, the happy one am I at last.

GREENNESS SHALL FULFILL OUR YOUTH

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Behold, thou art fair, my beloved,

yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.”

(Song of Solomon 1:16)

I do not try to hide the love we share,

For it blooms high and branches out unfurled.

And in the magic of its vibrant flare

A restless, wild wind spins us through the world.

When dreaming of you – in the grass I’d gaze

To watch a wild rose veil its modest grace.

A spark in sprays, a flame within a phrase

Of an unwhispered, sudden call we chase.

When touching you – a spring will soon adorn

Our souls with pristine leaves and tender shoots.

In one green bed – like ancient parables born –

Our youth shall fulfill us with its roots.

NORTH AND SOUTH

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south…”

(Song of Solomon 4:16)

Northward whispers all your holiness,

Born of purest, snow-white crystal stone.

With a quiet prayer, in tenderness,

God bestowed you into worlds my own.

Southward – burns your joy within my soul.

In a gentle fire I dream and sway.

Grant me more of your warm laughter's toll

From your pupils’ warming magic ray.

Coming from the north – you are the south.

In a northward way our south is caught.

While the wind inside the chimney's mouth

Whispers how much we're each other's thought.

IMPRINTED WITHIN ME

By Yasen Vedrin
(The Vine of Engadi)

“Set me as a seal upon thine heart…”
(Song of Solomon 8:6)

Within my hands I hold your burning flame,
Sparks from your touch, and fire from your word.
A gem’s desire that no tongue can name.
A tablet for the senses yet unstirred.

Within my eyes I hold your sunset shore.
Upon the eyelids lies the magic crest.
Inside your pupils – starry strands that pour,
Like rainbows in the twilight, fully blest.

Within my heart I hold a song sublime.
A single love in melody and tone.
Be as a seal upon my dream and time –
Pure, holy till my final hour is known.

OPEN TO ME!

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“I rose up to open to my beloved…”

(Song of Solomon 5:5)

Open up this quiet door tonight,

Just as you open eyes to morning skies.

If the fire burns in you so bright –

You will consume entirely from its sighs.

I am your dream’s long-desired flame.

The last coal, lit in midnight’s dark domain.

Hot from the hearth’s anxiety and shame.

Stroked by your white hands to soothe the pain.

I chased the wind that crossed your path before.

The wind that sculpted all the sparks to glow.

Open to me, because forevermore

I was, and stay, the only one you know.

POUR ME INTO YOUR HEART!

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Vine of Engadi)

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: 

for thy love is better than wine…”

(Song of Solomon 1:2)

In gentle sips come drink me with your affection,

I am not tart, yet shivers I can create.

If I am hidden – find me with devotion,

If you ignite me – wildly I will radiate.

The breath encounters no predetermined blame,

It drinks up every joy, and counts no score.

In aimless meanings searching for hope’s flame,

Drunk on the call – through kisses it will pour.

And somehow pre-designed by ancient wisdom,

It whispers words like drops of Holy Oil.

Pour me not in a glass or cup’s short freedom!

Into your heart, beloved, let me coil!