it’s there

look closer

look deeper

dig dig

burrow

come on

again

again

crimson-ash-stained-hands

oh, so did you find it yet? ;)

your hope.

(no..)

you did.

the moment you asked the question. you did.

the moment you asked and wanted to find it. you already did.

come on.

dig deeper.

is that really ashes and blood on your hands?

or stardust?

look closer.

again. again.

now, what do you really see?

(you.)

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

the bark is thin and wearing,
old with thin scrawny web-like branches.

and beneath the old soil
is buried memories of

me & you

the silence was
heavy,
devoid of
everything,
empty.
i  could  hear  
nothing,
  yet the room
was

echoing loud.

today, i went out as the sun was burning bright.
and then,

i  c a m e  h o m e  i n  r a i n and
    t h e  s u n  w a s  w h i t e.

today, i went out as the trees and flowers were in bloom. i went out into a world in vibarant colours.
and then,

i  c a m e  h o m e  i n  r a i n. with
   c o l o u r s  d r a i n e d,
      l e a v e s  f a l l i n g.  l i k e  a s h e s  and

i  entered  a  dimlit,   empty  house.