Velvet river slowly flowing,
As the autumn wind is blowing,
Just a glimpse of life it's showing,
Is taking you away,

Tired trees who's solemn sleeping,
Reminds a human soul of weeping,
And a brave, brave paw of rabbit leaping,
will make you into prey.

The green lanes of sunshine winding,
Golden light of city blinding,
The feeling of so gently sliding,
Is marking your own grave.

The rush and rumor ever stirring,
In the cauldron, reassuring,
That flame under you is burning,
Wherever you choose to stray.

She looked up to the sky and saw all those fallen stars.
She couldn’t believe any more.
She stepped down from the pedestal,
she put away her telescope,
she lay down under the flowery duvet,
shut her eyes,
and went to sleep.

He was like the darkness where she could finally see everything clearly. With her mind completely free of doubt, her feet trusted her to walk with eyes closed. In that moment, she could feel the vastness of his being and the naivety of his love for her, like pearls delicately balanced on the wings of a butterfly. One flutter, they would shatter to the ground yet so perfectly beautiful in that moment, you wouldn't dare disturb it nor could you take your eyes off it

I may have made myself a nobody,
Almost invisible to the world,
But I see the theivings and decievings
Better here, on the outside.
I could tell you what I see and hear,
But should I ask for something in return
Just show me what's on the table.
We'll be strangers until your hearts content.
I don't lead nor follow.
I stay here on the outside.
I see and hear plenty to keep me aware.


                                                «c.h.b.»