twilight

golden suffusion
filled with the birds' harmonies
but that was morning

the day had to end
for that's when the cows come home
nothing like twilight ..

/original/zg

spectral

' flame '

a spectral darkness
where passions grope quietly
for the light of love

in the spectral light
of a flickering moment
all the darkness drowns ..

/original/zg

movement

standing still the tree
shades a tired traveler
moves into his heart

the liquefied soul
and its' journey to the eyes
is sometimes called love ..
----

~words
   transfixed
       on a journey ~

        ~immobile
             words
                 voyage on~

[feb10/11.2009]

/original/zg