night’s end
silhouettes of stars
lay in the sun’s shadow
—–
pieces of driftwood
answering your questions
blown out candles
—–
spring horizon
settling down
the long distance snow
—–
moonlit dusk
the drift of the old oak
in the empty wallet
—–
pieces of driftwood
ebb on the shore
winter sunset
—–
scents from a bubble bath
on the low laying sun
a shadow of stars
—–
spring horizon
a line of cocktails
washing away memories
—–
forgotten memories
meander in the stars
above lay lowing clouds
—–
winter horizon
echoes of your dreams
on distant constellations
—–
scent of vanilla
in the bubble bath soap
spring sunrise