The beats of tide

At the end of the light
Nowhere is home
night when a fine rain falls.
Hesitant heart wanders through a dream
blooms - aimlessly -
a fire in restless ash

plaiting hopes a bird
and against loneliness
sing a song !

So catch your eyes
the light
so fight the words
against the ice

at the moment of a thought
lapped my feeling heart
Just
as smite me
the beat of timelessness
I hover very gently and without fear
on the waves of your dream
have recognized the sense in me
as if I would never something else
seen

trapped in a sunbeam
eagerly drinking all the luck
with you to break, to new shores
where our passion begins

to be in the here and now
behind closed eyes
procrastination about barriers
the wonders to be found in Winter
each star is a gift

imaginary life begins to flow
following the stream of blood
a noise of wings equal
when the wind is shaking in my senses
makes it feel like constraints resolve

a red dream at night
a shaky idea
resulting because the skysurfers
nightly heaven over the draw?

Dangerously close to the spray
thousand leaks united in fogs
in no man's land lifeless
callous and free

what is there
at the horizon
is freedom close
or sways even dangerous
the ship

the cliff edge groans
generates water blackness
a burble in madness
to see islands in remoteness
where trees with their crowns waving
or it's the storm
announces the tears

Storm tears harbors the wind
the silent screams
burnt Offerings at sea
rise at night from the depths up
accusing who forced their death

the sails are lowered
the anchor is thrown
the captain has passed
where does the road of emptiness
deep in the darkness throat

there
where the constellations
laying in gray water
where whales
like dark clothes
show their peaceful back

an airspace
fully in a port
glowing stones
combed colors
from algae and moss

up fish similar
gently weighs in the waves
brilliant mountains shine
and foreign native forms
in the moonlight
glare of the outside world
devouring and conquering
what was once heaped was sanded
threw into the wind itself
which now awaits rebirth

driving new moons
collected drops and huge
suns as insects
endless ground under us
strait opens the Wind
a crystal window to the soul

in the garb of the roaring waters
united sense
with warm hearts
trickles timelessness
a volition
Yes, a desire in feeling
of trivialities and defiance.
Can now start changing?

At the jetty there musing
the silver-gray wood
happens in silence
metamorphosis
divides the sky
from the remaining residual
divides hissing
ashes of water

Earth eludes the salt
shimmering and glittering
each crystals explores
in colorful stars. FS+FX280915