the nights are warm again
and the weather astonishing mild
the blue of the sky
more blue
than at any other time
of the year
a wild boar was to be heard
in the underwood
and the subconsciousness
is moving
breaking new paths
of behaviour
a certain kind
there is a certain kind of forgiveness
in the arms
of a loved one
that has no words
to describe it
there is a certain kind of embrace
which reaches beyond the arms
of lovers
to touch eternity
and heal every wound
on its way
seed
when the horizon is gone
and light has been turned out
time is to search
for the core of hope
living inside
somewhere
as a seed
in complete darkness
striving towards light
dismissal
a fresh night of approaching autumn
the moon high on sky
pink sunrise
and gold
illuminating the east
the new beginning
that is to find
after each crumbled ambition
falling apart
in the mind of an eager heart
somewhere
underneath the humiliation
runs
a tender relief
insecure
there is always something unsettling
about new beginnings
the more
when they instigate themselves into consciousness
before awareness gains clarity
about the journey
that has been undertaken
without any security
about whether or not
the other shore
will ever be reached
and yet something in the core of every cell
bursting with confidence
shores
breathing in
salty air
releasing
a lifetime
of withhold emotions
finally
a bright horizon
after what seemed to be
an everlasting storm
renouncement
giving up
is not a glorious state to be in
but apparently
there are circumstances
where no other option
is left
in which case
one might as well
give up
with grace
choice
when nothing matters any more
time has come
for change
but there is change
and there is change
and the challenge is
to choose
the right one
guest of honour
some sort of invisibility
is perhaps
to be considered
a blessing
opening up
to invisible worlds
where invisible friends
are holding a banquet
at which
the guest of honour can only be
someone
with some sort
of invisibility