A grey day, seemingly impenetrable the shroud of the clouds.
But then, all of a sudden, a portal opens in the clouds and you escape through space and time.
The pale canyons of houses turn into blooming mountain valleys, deep below you life lazily meanders.
And you are a raven, calmly spreading your wings on your summit cross and serenely sailing over the waves of the mountain ridges away into another land.
Autumn Song
Autumn Song
Bales of straw lie scattered across the battlefield of life. Ravens roam around in it, pecking at the remnants of the year.
The wind, a ghostly executioner, tugs at the meadow’s withered curls. Chimneys unite their soaring prayers with the winding figures of the fog.
But in your heart’s November night forgotten shores appear on the horizon, and on the ferry of the moon, you sail
into a land both near and far, where fairies soothe you with their tales and weave you a cocoon of clouds.
October by the Sea
October by the Sea
Between the dunes the wind plucks at the paling blossoms. The waves shriek like breaking ice under the vagabond’s burning breath.
Restless white horses rush abruptly through the quivering light. Majestically the face of autumn laughs from the dishevelled skies.
Rising from the depths of the surf, a silent swan floats homeward. And sometimes the celestial wings descend as shadows into the longing sea.
November
November
November – your breath is rising in the silky branches of the bushes, and your desires shimmer above the sail of the sea.
November – your thoughts are drifting in the wordless song of the wind, and your wishes shiver on the dissolving path.
November – your robes are soaring soothingly through the bleeding leaves. And your prayers wind their way in the mellowing glow of the moon.
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