Summer nights and quiet shores

Summer nights and quiet shores,
Without screams, without footsteps on concrete,
Only evenings sinking contentedly
Into melancholy.
A still sea mirroring earth,
A still mind mirroring life.

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Born in a Dream

Born in a dream
I awaken to see
That I am my own creator,
The first word before
My life’s sunrise.

Last night my soul walked barefooted

Last night my soul walked barefooted
Amongst stars and left a sketch of wingspan
On my heart.
But today when I woke up it was shrouded
In thick morning mist.
So I had to take my life for a walk to the sea
To see it reflected there on bouncing
Silver currents heading towards land.

Clouds rise from the sea

Clouds rise from the sea,
Something whispers in swirls of shining lies:
Moon after moon mirrored in shivers of blue.
A life has been poured tenderly into a watery mould:
The feather of a Sunbird making its way to the sky.
It is always that which leaves without a trace
That is remembered the longest.