First sounds of light and dark

Messenger beside you
the wires penetrated the dreams
of the solid ground.
The inner source
was called love
in the first sounds of light,
the crows flew up to the whispering
of the Sun.

Always back to the Sun

Selling air

The zenith calls the bitter wind
behind the ancient message,
seven circles around the sun
don’t fall asleep in the supermarket.
You could hear the mothers call you,
the cherub’s head in a lyrical movement
beyond the heart the ice is melting
the mountain walks slowly in uncountable
mortal moments.


Mystic blue in a formless dream(the crows nest).

Guilty steps in the green field

Traumatised from the beginning of time
food from the manipulated machines,
my soul is served cold
it came from the electro magic
screams of a refrigerator,
solid dreams came crawling
from underneath the measures
of the red dirt.
The open source
with empty hands,
standing in line
to lend a piece of the pie
again.

Nowhere to hide on planet blue

The leaves are falling
feeding
the trembling earth,
a restless world is longing
for a little peace,
a respectful touch
to grow wild.
'I wish you joy!'

Hands up....

(De)monetary visions,
squeezing life out of the elemental
well.
Lifted a stone
the river smiled
the carving changed
in a timeless morning.