A light blue sky slows 
while quiet by a fast stream
thinking as I flow

I see my feelings
when looking at you looking
to another way

Mesmerized I am
by how you have hidden doors
behind all straight lines 

What do you do to
restrain or not get restraint
prepare with yourself 

Finally you reached
the crossroad you know so well
from that empty space

One flew away from
from the others surrounding 
to not be alone

Leaning perspectives
you hold on to what's not there
from where you now stand

From old fallen leaves
a dark stream originates
guiding a way down

From a nothing comes
an expending thoughtless thought
waiting for  a sign

A winter descended, 
and from nothing, ice appeared. 
From nothing, you say?

My dark and light side
rest in balance against me
at least I hope so 

See! Two horizons.
A sunset at their crosspoint.
The road is now free.