December 03, 2016


when time stands still
and the distance, infinite
the bird call, I will be
in the gray of passing night
when the dawn is golden
and mist blends with the light
a blurred dream, I will be
that vanishes out of sight

-drawn with MS paint

1 comment:

  1. when the sun is burning
    and the world, too bright
    the silent wish, I will be
    yearning for the darkness of night