
Sometimes we don't see
that there is a clear separation
between where you want to be
and where you are
to much momentum
will make this... clear
Sometimes we don't see
that there is a clear separation
between where you want to be
and where you are
to much momentum
will make this... clear
Every sunset you see
is your last
I was in a church today
for an exhibition
there were also games and puzzles
I wish
I could see myself
as a statue
When you build your ceilings
to reach the sky
paint them with foreign dye
and dreams from a past
you might end up
never lighting
your own again
Sometimes you just have to wait
for your colors to shine
The force between fire and ice
moved me in circles
for many years
it did not tire me
or wore me out
I was just finished
making circles
Your purpose
disguised by your ugliness
you might wonder what it is
Your colorful shine
and empty words
you stare at me
and I wonder
if you do
What leaves you
behind
you gatherer of my light
I slowly grow
upwards
where you fade
my flower
Is
where you end
but I will find you
later
In our fall
The caged one stares at me
at least it seems to be
maybe it just stares
and I think to highly of myself
The sky broke today
but no thunder or rain
only show
All undressed up
we lie
next to each other
The waves show
and hide
through their motion
or yours
what is on the bottom
is in a moment
top
you will feel
both waves
are yours
A beautiful flower
looks best
on a dark background
We hold hands
when we are past what is closed
or what is new
maybe we do it for support
or comfort
or just
because we past