You were like a mountain, always there, never to leave, and I, I was like water forever on my way.
Stars
Even a star has no eternal life, I realized, when I saw one fall from unearthly high, graciously -star wise. We are all specks of dust, for whom death is a must.
Yesterdays
The old wooden floors creak the way old floors tend to do, bringing back the sounds; soft rustling silk dresses, whispers and careless laughter, beneath candle lit chandeliers. Music whirling through halls, crackling flames in fireplaces, shadows on the wooden walls; till the last carriage has left and shutters dim the last light.
On Long Summer Nights
On long summer nights, she sits outside in her garden, gazing at the moonlit hills, her eyes are soft with love, even though there is a hole where her heart once was, before she felt blown apart as a dandelion in the wind, every year the wildflowers bloom in windblown grasses on the hills, every …
Night Travellers
We don't know each other's name you, the one with sky blue eyes and I, traveling together in a dream, until time was there we board a train bound on its way to abandoned cities, where you can't stay and I've to leave, there is no beginning, there is no end when you are lost …
Ode to Edith Piaf
It's not solely the tragic life you faced, your voice or the words of your chansons, no, it's all of these so strongly combined, which overwhelms my soul; sadness spreads like rippling waves on a shore, and then my tears fall, so silently.
Choices
Etched in my memory that one day in May when my spoken words created your silence and from your face life slowly washed away with my flowing tears.
Memory
A pine-cone on the windowsill, its scent vanished with the years, gone, nevertheless it will remind me still, those days spent on a mountain side, and night's transition into dawn, when the world colours by morning light Wildflowers, rustling corn and creek and you, it is yourself you seek; until that last one day in …
My Thoughts Travel
My thoughts travel with the restless waves to wash up on a distant shore, however when the tide returns it brings no answers.
On the Road to Tomorrow
On the road to tomorrow we are the travelers of today, searchers in the deep darkness for the light of the new day. Solely, just on our own strength survivors of the long dark night.
