Days walk past

Days walk past me,
Looking at me sideways,
As if saying:
So, what are you going to do


A new dream

A new dream plants its roots in me,
With alluring scent and sunny thoughts,
And suddenly I can hear the wind’s lyrics.
The sky is mastering Earth
And there is an echo of wings
Flying away.

Another coast whispers in blue

Another coast whispers in blue
And in the awakening swirls of fog
A butterfly whirls into my creased vision.
It ignites and burns out, ignites and burns out again,
Ignites…and everything feels light as though
A journey is about to begin.