the center of wave motionless stones
the morning light a reflection of her beauty – gap in the curtains
the crinolines flutter through the evening dazed with fragrances
spring morning – restless birds in serenity of white silence
at dawn on the wall full of life – someone overslept
maybe … on the other side the evening
in a field of grain the scream of the red poppy – a missed spring
my piece of the sea I stand next to it again – it was the cancer time
returning the windless sails – it’s getting dark
there is none … a beam of light through the raised dust
forgotten face – in oblivion of the past digital time
useless suspended in solitude all without faces
it’s cold outside – her autumn tree is still here
a track in the snow leads towards the crucifix – empty footprints His cross is by the road her laying in the soul
stopped time – all longings remain in the void
