Welcome friend

...see the world through my eyes and wander in my thoughts. Be curious, be challenged, be encouraged...be changed.

Montag, 24. November 2008

the tree

softly the wind caresses
my rugged skin
there's someone under the tree
like an old man
the tree bends
over the river
the dark trunk
his black suit
he stretches his hands
the wooden fingers
almost touching the water
as if trying to reach out 
for something
(or someone?)
the old man is dying
the last leaves are falling
into the silent water
now the tree
is reaching out to me
the silent waters 
call my name
i'm not sitting under the tree
and the tree
is really me...