My road
to the world
and home
is poorly paved
~
I filled some holes
but they are hard to avoid
and soon
show their true depth
again
~
now
I descend in them
slowly
to spare my nerves
Day 1127, finally.
In strange harbors
I rest my self
between the unknown
the noises
–
movements
–
finally
I wake
a new sunrise
reflecting
a way
Nochrisis
Day 1123, morning sun.
In the morning sun
I shine lately
till the earth turns
Nochrisis
Day 1040, auburn sunrise.
A doorway in time
smells of new, yellow flowers
red, auburn sunrise.
Nochrisis
Day 823, seasons.
Ready to fly stars
restrained by the ebb and flow
of sunrise and set.
Day 705, Stuck?
On the right it is me, uncombed standing crooked.
Next my wife, good-looking, all dressed up, hair in a bun.
We say goodbye to our memories you see; some parts are blocking the sun.
The sun that gives us warmth is either setting or rising, is this morning or evening?
Are we going to wait, or getting higher or are we just so rooted like the trees you see here?
Day 691, Between sunset and rise.
