I thank you for the kind words,
For your continued presence by the fire,
For music of unknown subtle chords
That lingers in the air to admire.

I’m grateful for a gentle take
On every hurdle thrown into existence,
For creativity and deeply-wired faith
That potion could be drawn from all this mixture

Of moments lived and phrases lost and found,
Of facts naively boiled to the verbs.
You thrive while we are testing every bound,
Instead of simmering a pouch of herbs.

I thank you for attention to detail,
For place where I could rest my thoughts,
Regardless if succeed or rather fail
When trying to untie a simple knot.

Forgive me for my flaws and weakness,
That I could see in mirror of your grace
In minutes of reflective wondrous stillness,
That could be always taken at my pace.

Forgive the flame, the quiet ask of tea,
The neediness unveiled hereafter, -
The effort still belongs to me,
Your company is meant to open atlas

Of known and imaginary lands,
To blur the border in between the worlds,
To tune the compass with your misty hands,
To seek on shore the shells and pearls…

I’m grateful. And a touch of winter,
Somewhere between too little and too much,
The windows crosses, leaving pictures,
As we continue… or begin from scratch.

January 2026