colorful cover

reflecting onto my path

where I return on.

Carefully he treads

a thin tension bearing it

with each wanting step.

From muddy waters

in gloomy grime and silence

a lonely seedling.

Observance behind

birdcages we needed to see

wondering of wings.

Dissected in sleep

an unconscious subsistence

hidden underneath.

Heavy seated minds

Forced uncertain temptations

Parting unalike.

Black on a pattern
Forming new and old waves
On woven rules.

A young longing for

imaginary freedom

finding its way out.

 

I float slowly down

then I unexpectedly

have nowhere to go.

 

Falling to the dark

gravity feeling its way in

reaching for my ground.

And moving nowhere

wondering for tomorrow

beside the glass wall.

Water reflects light

reality colors forms

irreversible.

An empty blue chair

a distant view passes by

I slowly decide.

Unearthing a wing

forgotten somewhere beneath

collecting feathers.