Sunday morning
It is Sunday morning...

Tivoli
Dreaming of entering the gate...

Looking at a Good Friday
First warm day...

Talking: alone with the stars.
Often I stand outside...

Dancing in dream light
First careful step...

Home once more after work,
tired and a bit heavy...

Outside darkness is thick covers all,
strangle sounds and create silence...

Revisiting my family, by looking at old photos,
missing the best part of me, all their kindness...

Writing makes me feel borderless,
my many journeys makes me feel explorative...

The spring is unfolding under your wings,
Protected are your flowers from frost and snow...

Love in motion and perspective,
in the evening after a working day...

The most precious morning light
Are after a drive through the night...