Dostinja in striped pants viewing framed black and white photos on a wall in a gallery.
Black and white collage of vintage photographs featuring beach and coastal scenes, people enjoying summer activities, diving, and outdoor gatherings, framed on a wall.
A person on a snowy bank bending towards a gathering of swans and ducks in the water, creating a distinct line between the snowy land and the water.

Silk & Ash
(2008–2018)

I danced with sharks in midnight seas,
Composed, untouched, with practiced ease.
The diamonds flashed, the rooms were mine,
Their power bowed to my design.
But once — just once — I dropped the guise,
Let down my guard, beneath your eyes. 

You came in soft, with shadowed grace,
A Schwergewicht I couldn’t place.
A mirror dressed in finest air,
And in your stillness, I stayed bare.

You knew the game, you played it well,
With a mind that cast a velvet spell.
I tasted truth upon your skin —
A bond so rare, yet held within.

You called me names from lives before,
Unlocked a long-forgotten door.
A flower bloomed then fell apart —
No soil, no roots, just open heart.

In silk and ash, I dared to feel,
A fire raw, so many wounds to heal.
I loved in silence, past all law —
Not for the game… but for the awe.

Black heart, white lies, a crimson thread,
No words were spoken — all was said.
Spellbound by songs I couldn’t name,
You vanished gently from the flame.

No rules were kept, no truths confessed,
Yet still, I rose — and called it blessed.
For though you never stayed to see,
The ash you left awakened me.