Monday, 19 September 2011

tender are the hearts

the sun leaves it's signature across the hills
in the movement of the shadow clouds.
the loch shimmers like a van gogh.

tender are the hearts
that tremble in the light.

rain stain heart flame.
reminiscent of something
not unlike the ritual of the bonfire.


today. a cool, apricot skied morning.
one of last breaths.
yet the mask hides not her eyes of glass.
that see what, now?


regina said...

this makes me feel very cozy.

Anonymous said...

Welcome back.
I've missed you.

Timo said...
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Anonymous said...

"rain stain heart flame" magic words!

much admiration,