Alone

Medusa

Clone

Storm

The storm is coming. All its heat will be driven upon us. Yet before it comes let us thwart its malice and make a sweet love upon the grass. Let us impress our lust upon its soft, green, blades and leave the shape of our ardour as hollows that wait for a quenching flood. Then we shall also wait satisfied and yet still thirsting. But that shall not be the end, for we shall wait to taste the first drops of rain. Savour the clear drops that fall upon us and let them wash away our drying salt of passion. There under cover of endearment we will watch the lightning sear gloomy skies and such a thunder shake us, we shall think we are in the throes of passion once more.

Storm

Ratrace

Falling Stars

Snow swirls in moonlit silhouette

As if the universe has frozen

And the stars are falling to earth

Silently it falls through night sky

Drops in its brief victory till ruin

Yet just momentarily it is eternal

And all I wish for then,

Is to sleep upon this blanket of cold?

Merge into the fallen, yielding layers

And cool high ideals with the icy realism

Nothing is ever as it first appears

Coronation

Dance of Time

Notes

Fragrant army

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They will come soon

Blooms will rise again

Come out the cold ground

Into borders and flowerpots

They shall

Spring from the draining meadows

Like soldiers of peace

Marching under a summer sun

And they will come

To wage a war on gloom

And in armistice's of exquisite colour

They shall,

Make such a fragrant peace

Upon the winter ravaged earth

The Herd

Music

Falling

Genie

First Flower

Last

Threading the needle

Calm

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