Wednesday, February 10, 2010

man on a mire

dark waters mirror sunshine
slowly undulating pictures
of sky, of trees, of light
blinding beams bring warmth
and the waves carry the boat

bopping up and down,
listening to silence
I finally can close my eyes
for once – can sleep
under the warming sun

wind drives the clouds above
the changing light carasses my skin
I can hear me breath as I fade into sleep
all hopes abandoned within nothingness
stripped of all the binding weights

and even though

everything I’ve ever done
means nothing out here
for a second I am happy
on a boat I can not steer

Posted by Gedankenanschläge at 20:33 Comments Off on man on a mire