Twilight

pearlescent pallor of the sky
reflects the lightness in my soul.
sapphire mountains shrouded in mist
encircle me with their embrace.

shy twilight touches the meadow~
shadows stretching, pulling past me.
bashful breezes caress my skin,
my eyes close to catch their whispers.

lullaby of the whip-poor-will
becomes the ballad of my heart.
glittering gems on black canvas~
sprinkle of stars across the night.

Early Morning (with oil by Moritz von Schwind)

Yon light of dawn seeketh mine eyes
To hasten me from slumber.
The foremost thought upon my mind
In the glo of day tis thee!

Ere long I ponder thus:
Hast thou spaketh my name
In thy fervent dreams?
My soul shall verily harken to thee...

Surreal Sunrise

Silent stillness, serene
As leafless limbs scrape the sky.

Slender silhouettes gather the glow,
Amber aura ~ a peaceful progression of light
Across the indigo mountains.

Morning mist mingles with crisp coolness
While a whisper of wings awakens
With echoes all around.

The soft trill of songbirds greets the rising sun.

A moss-covered path lies ahead, yet untrodden.

Restless wanderer, a soul without a home~
Set foot upon the path, journey to a destiny unknown.