Dreams

You wander often in my dreams

Fragments from my distant memories

Like images in a kaleidoscope

At once clearing my vision

And clouding my thoughts

Filling me with a deep longing

A yearning in the depths of my soul

For something that would never be

For something that could never be

In this illusionary world of dreams

Your warm breath mists my thoughts

Your presence fills me with warmth and hope

And when it is time for us to part

For our story to come to an end

A deep sadness fills my being

A yearning in the depths of my soul

For something that would never be

For something that could never be

winter

winter is here

with its chill.

freezing mornings

frosty nights

red noses

frozen fingers

steaming breaths...




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 and what joys!

hot steaming cups of tea

reading near the bukhari

crackling wood

smoky breaths

and orange

fresh, sweet orange.

Aimless

I am floating in the air

Softly and gently, ever so lightly

Dancing the waves of the blowing wind 

Wavering here and there, reaching nowhere

I am nothing more than a whisper

Quiet murmuring words that line a page

In time growing pale and yellow

Fading to nothingness  

Autumn

Autumn

Leaves falling

    In the evening light

Autumn