silver light
sleeplessness
bitter dreams
and glorious sunrises
somewhere in between
all of that
a lost soul seem
to have come
home
all sorts of
worries
invading
what was supposed to be
a peaceful moment
in a peaceful space
all sorts of worries
with all sorts of shadows
only powerful because
never truly heard
in the race
to avoid them
tenses
darkness is closing in
and cold with it
yet
one single bird
still seems to be singing
telling stories of past glories
announcing glories
to come
or praising the moment
depending on the ear
listening
sips
beauty
sheer beauty
to be swallowed
in sips
with soft silence
and gratitude
feast
flattering full moon
fabulous feast
may the souls
of our forebears
find peace with the life
they were given
surprise
dead leaves
covering the earth
with gold
it can sometimes be
surprising
to face
the reality of the world
meaning
perhaps there is
no other
meaning
than healing
though
when clouds are heavy
and grey is grey
it can sometimes feel like
we were never given
to see the day
though in these days of darkness
growths is taking place
in the invisible layers
of a sacred space
loosening
holding on
to letting go
can be more of a challenge
than anticipated
hide
secret shame of shameful secrets
surfacing
silently
leaving no space
to hide