I dreamed

of an autumn morning, frost

on fallen red leaves,

bright cold sunlight

over lost landscape

gravel under my feet

crunching

you beside me

bathed in light

crisp breeze

azure sky

those numberless days

fallen through my

fingers, gone

where past time

goes, in memories

like wounds.

12.07.2018

LOST IN THIS WORLD

Sometimes

You are a wounded little bird

Crying

In your fallen nest

Your wing broken

But greater is

The pain of knowledge

That the world wasn't good

And kind and just.

Your wing I can mend,

Your nest I can raise,

But how, oh how

Can I heal

Your pain, the

Trust the world

Shattered?

04.07.2018