Sunday 28 November 2010: A Tree Embraces the Dying of the Light

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh

Dreams are only thoughts you didn’t have time to think about during the day. ~Author Unknown

I relax
at the coming of night

I always have

These days
they come faster

Days
have less meaning
Less fear

The anxiety
is still there

Waiting
for a wrong step

At night
my soul whispers

And sighs
at the silence

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s