Flowers lost in measure
At an outstretched hour
Born sightless in the once
Sacrosanct hedgerows
Picked belatedly

--And invisibly so--

Taken from their family
To unconditional surrender
Upon a cold stark table
Where those assembled
Finished off love with their meal

--And invisibly so--

On this cold, silent winter’s night,
I looked and saw a lonely star,
Shining fiercely with all its might,
It seemed to call to me from far.

It seemed to read my inmost thoughts,
I wished that it would help me find,
All the answers to the problems,
So vexing in my troubled mind.

Then reality beckoned me,
And the star that was shining bright,
For all its celestial beauty,
Could not care was I wrong or right.

I am relaxing in my bed,  
While outside the house I can hear  
the raindrops patting on the pane,  
They seem to be extremely near;  
It’s raining and the room is warm,  
I’m tucked in bed at half past nine
to listen to the falling rain,  
So tonight I can sleep just fine.

Tender creature in the cold,
Snugly small and black and bold,
No warm refuge have you found,
Perched five feet above the ground,
Snowflakes are still floating down,
Do I see you with a frown?
I should have some crumbs for you,
If I’d known I’d see you too,
But If you will come with me,
In a nice warm cage you’ll be.

It is not really pointless,
To daydream now and then,
For daydreams at times awake,
The creative mind of man.

Make the most mundane day

your tiny, silent miracle

chart your dream,  set the way

rise to the desired pinnacle

In a world
Full of darkness
The light has abandoned us
It's up to ourselves
To make a new light
Artificial, but functional