The Ballad of the Wound of Love
She sat in dusk, in silent gloom, her gaze as hard as stone.
A bleeding heart, a crimson plume, was fastened to her bone.
Portrait
Loss of Meaning – looking into the eyes
I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.
Loss of meaning – the view is lost
What I see is empty, but I cannot look away. I’m bound to the void.
Letting Go
So I sink down, as my strength fades away, my soul listens close to what chaos may bring.
The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray, and w...
The Waves of Life
In golden hues of evening light, Where whispers rise, and time takes flight,
You softly sense what always stays, The wave that shapes yo...
The Soul of the Tree
Silent roots whisper, Old soul rests on ancient bark, Timeless breaths of peace.
Gaze in shadow's play
Gaze in shadow's play,
Lace whispers of strength untold,
Silence holds its breath.
Silent Suffocation
Some constraints are invisible yet omnipresent. They take your breath away, steal your freedom - intangible but threatening.
In the old mirror
In the old mirror, pale and worn, Her face reflects, so soft, forlorn,
Between the empty glass and the full heart
Between the empty glass and the full heart lies sometimes a silence that speaks louder than words.
