October 1998

Trying to catch the quiet.
In every end there is a new beginning.

As the light
wanders low
along distant horisonts
the year turns
towards darkness
and the sky is reigned
by black velvet
and shimmering silver
The sun paints the world
in her own glow
as a sign of her promise
to return

The night
is silence
around me
Awake
a perfect moment
watching you
asleep
in my arms
my eyes close
my mind reaches out
together
we dream