Toward the City
The day slips softly from the night, humming on invisible strings. It turns above the waking fields, a lonely wheel with silver wings. The morning pours across the land, where…
Calling Me by Name
Maybe someone holds the thread, Maybe no one does. Still the morning finds my heart, Calling me by name. There is a garden time forgot, Where childhood's shadows fade; The…
The Little Green Spirit
Nobody knew where he came from, The little green spirit smiled. Moss in his hair, Dew in his eyes, Following swallows for miles and miles. He walked so softly, The…
The Red Kite
The late day sun was sinking, a golden, lazy glow. The curtains swayed so softly in that sweet October breeze. He turned his gaze out to the hillside, a quiet…
It Only Changes Hands
The autumn light was fading, the room was still and cold. Outside the restless branches were dancing in the wind. He turned his eyes toward the window, a quiet smile…
Between Two Meetings
She was sitting at my table, yet farther than the sky, like on those quiet afternoons when she'd pass me by. A shadow wrapped around her, as if the light…
Motivationsrap
Viertel nach sechs, der Kopf ist wie Blei, starrst auf die Seiten, doch die Zeit zieht vorbei. Der Berg vor dir riesig, die Sicht ist verschwommen, wo ist der Fokus…