The sky is blue
A blue so very blue
The sun is melting all the snow.

It’s taken long
for it to coming,
An understanding
of what is it.

With Fall comes rain
And golden leaves
Mirrored reflections
On every street.

A childish hurt that has no reason.
The adult mind tries to explain.

Wander in English
Wandern in Deutsch
The wonder of both
As the sun outside shines.

Where does your mind go
when it’s just wandering around?
What sights come forward?
What fragrances, what sounds?

It happens every night,
but one night I was also there.
To see the magic of the lights
as they lit up the Cathedral square.

Stay silent. Watch.
The crowds bray for blood.
One by one they come for everyone.

Leave a sign behind
don't just go.

In my mind, in my hands,
is the power to create.
And the power to destroy.
What I choose to do
makes me the person I am.

As i stand in my kitchen,
cooking dinner for tonight.
I think of women just like me.
Hiding underground, surrounded by family.

On my palette dark and burnt and brown.
Colours that remained, after the greens were gone.

“I have a dream” a gentleman said
“A tryst with destiny” the other declared.

Looking up, there was the moon, riding high on an evening sky.

Sit by me my love and listen, to the words I do not say.
Let a hand hold, a warm caress, take their place instead.

Hug a tree.
Its bark warmed by sunlight.

A tiny virus.
The mighty man.
Locked into a game of life and death.

I’m addicted to light.
To colours and sounds.
The magic they play, within and without.

There was water
There was air
There was a perfect combination of elements.

Staring out from a railway carriage at patterns in shapes of distant mountains.
Patterns above in the clouds and trees.
Patterns in the grass greened valleys.