Songs of Season

Turning pages

Falling gracefully

Stained bleaches

Concrete thoughts

Walking besides the road
With strives forward

The traffic of the seasoned road
Makes sounds and melodies like a brush
Catching the enchantment of a visitors touch

Which road
Winding upward in spirals
Downward in falling gracefully

Bleaching the concrete thoughts with powerfull metaphors

Striving forward in the color of night
Captured the rain in my coat and in my thoughts
And behind me somewhere in the distance the road falls sillent
Winding the restless souls down towards home.