Day/Night

Sitting alone in silence for hours
Enjoying the glistening water and the burning sun
Listening to the rain and slowly dreaming away
Wandering around the city
Peaceful, Satisfied
Day turns into night
Light turns into dark
Head touches the pillow
Loneliness pops up
And doesn't leave before
The rising of the sun

Ocean

The ocean plays the same song again and again.
It doesn't bother them,
It's the rhythm of their lives.
If the ocean will ever play a different melody,
they wouldn't know how to survive.

Winter wind

Is it the dark days, that become shorter.

The dust and the howling wind.

Or the leafless trees, once filled with singing birds.

I cannot tell, I can only feel,

winter wind cuts the deepest of them all.

He

He is the reason I believe I can
He is the reason I am who I am
He is the water, I am the flower

He is neither walking in front nor behind me
But he sofly pushes my back

He is the ink, I am the pen
He is the reason I wrote this