storm
bringing fear to the surface
whirling up memories
which were thought to be gone
allowing peace to reach corners
which were so far
out of reach
serious
mild winds
and full moon
intense colours
with a scent of earth
caressing every perception
being serious
as being sensitive
is not a choice
if choice there is
it would be
how to get around it
cover
wind whirling
the first falling leaves
to the ground
where they softly cover the earth
in gold
as to remind the world
how every season has
its glory
anxiety
running to satisfy
expectations
is indeed a race of anxiety
where running towards ourselves
can only be
a release of joy
no matter how long the distance
whirlpool
a whirlpool of emotions
dragging towards its own centre
with no other perspective
than being absorbed in its own importance
yet
emotions are
not
everything
same
the moon
walking in and out
layers of clouds
throwing glimpses of beauty
into the observing eye
throwing a different kind of light
into a different kind of darkness
where nothing is longer
the same
saturation
saturated
by too many words
of no meaning
and no other reason to be
than covering up
the hidden beauty
of a sensitive soul
inexorable
silent stars
observing
with what seems endless patience
the repetition of
the inexorable
adventure
looking for signs
can be a way
to help us find our path
abandoning ourselves in trust
another
combining the whole
might bring the adventure
to a different dimension
as long as we
keep on walking
coordination
coordination
might be
what can take human desire
beyond