Clock Ticking

The coat that I was wearing,

In the light autumn wind,

Was I really wearing it,

Or was it wearing me?



The clock that was ticking,

When the lights were dimmed,

Was the time really passing?

Or was it ticking in me?



The season that passed,

Taking love with it,

Was it you that I missed,

Or the love lost in me?

Condenses

To the day I open the windows of my heart,
To the rain I open all the windows,
Let it wash down my doubts,
Cleanse me of all my sorrows.
Let me open my heart once again,
Let the drops fill all my senses.
And as it runs down my skin,
The regrets in the air condenses.

Road Clearing

When the night lingers on,

And the darkness is nagging,

I just need to hang on,

Until the sun comes shinning.



When the day is dreary,

Taking me nowhere,

You come like a fairy,

Making yours my affairs.



On my skin I feel the sun,

And yearn for your touch.

Your words keep me warm,

And loneliness in a hutch.



The road is opening ahead,

Clearing from the eyes’ mist.

What was left unsaid

Begs me to exist.

On My Journey

On my journey through the woods,

I know I shouldn’t but I would

Be involved by senseless fears,

That would trick my mind and ears.



On my journey through the river,

The icy water made me shiver;

Felt cold and was loosing strength

Could not even reach the river bend.



When I least expected a hand

Pulled me up to the river sand,

Helped me get a grip and stand up,

Quietly built a fire to warm me up.



The night came, the crescent moon,

But you stood by me, in the gloom.

Tenderness found lying on your chest,

Serenity put my fears to rest.

Hidden Compass

The November clouds,
Nights, days overcast.
Thoughts thought out loud,
Mind never rests.

The sailboat sailing
While the winds allow.
The albatross fishing
From north to south.

Changes in the soul,
Some come swiftly;
Though unknown,
Embrace them gently.

The heart has a compass
Hidden in the stars;
The past shall pass
So today starts.

Palm of my Hand

In the palm of my hand I held my soul,
My struggles, my faith, the new, the old.
My life, my past, seen in black and white,
The future approaching under hope's light.
The love I was bold enough to share,
Forgiveness I gave and forgiveness I begged.

Lives on the Sand

Lives leave tracks on the sand,
Soon washed out by the sea.
Only in the heart of a friend
Can our lives remain and be.
The words carried by the wind
Sending messages of hope,
Will they be extinguished
Or leave in the heart a note.
Nights of fear and solitude,
Days of questions unanswered,
Find in another kinder spirit
A lost prayer answered.
And another day rises,
With the same old sun;
And a love that surprises
Grows on a dried up land.