When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.
Not to wake you from your deepest dream.
To lose myself in the stillness of the lake
Softly lit by the moon’s luminous beam.
Alone I’ll wander through the solitary paths of light
And in the sudden wake of the trembling dew,
I’ll listen to the moonlit silence of the night
With one secret wish – in your dream, you hear it too.
Fire in the Sky
White clouds, and a clear blue sky,
A burst of colours left carelessly behind,
Where they briefly touched, and gently kissed.
Where the Sky Meets the Sea
I will wait for you to take a walk with me.
Meet me in between the sky and the timeless sea,
Together we’ll ride on clouds and sail upon the breeze.
You Are the River
Running through my veins
You bring me to life
At the brink of the day
You are the light
Shining through my heart
You give me hope
In the dark of the night
It makes waves and ripples in the breeze,
Stretches as far as the eye can see,
Until the tide rushes in and steals
The place it longs to be.
Sand Is Like an Endless Sea
There is a call of a boundless sea
Inside each spiral of a shell
There is a whisper of a restless wave
Inside each grain of sand
There is a murmur of a wind-swept shore
Inside each fragment of a rock
There is a thunder of a mighty mountain
You Are the Missing Piece of Me
The piece I was always searching for –
In the mountains high and oceans deep
Until there was nowhere else to go.
And then, when lost by the raging sea
I found it, unexpectedly –
When the tide of your beating heart
Swept across the shores of mine.
Break of Day Beside the Winter Sea
As I slept I heard across my midnight dream
a solemn call of the deserted shore.
Its mournful voices echoed in between
the wind-worn beach and my heart’s deep core.
As I walked through the pale light of the misty dawn,
the night winds sighed, the morning chill upon the frosty air.
Withered the blue vault of the velvet sky, the night was gone.
My heart stood still to behold a scene so fine and fair.
Out of the low clouds bleak and forlorn,
down from the sullen skies onto the tide’s ebb and flow,
softly descended the white flakes of snow;
in patches they clung to the bare sands below.
Never shall I forget the break of day beside the winter sea,
alone with the dawn and sombre beauty of the empty shore.
Wave after wave, their silver crests breaking beneath my feet,
the sea’s throbbing heartbeat resounds in mine for evermore.
On a Sunday Afternoon
And watch the sunlit skies float aimlessly above.
Hear the stillness of the hours pass,
And let my thoughts wander to the one I love.
I want to lie in the shade of the tall grass,
And trace the drifting clouds with my fingertips.
Listen to the bird songs as they pass,
And let the warm breeze kiss my thirsty lips.
First Spring Day
white clouds flying across the clear blue skies.
The trill of skylark song drifted along
on the fluttering wings of golden butterflies.
That with you by my side
There is eternal summer
Inside my heart
Come along to the distant sea,
Where pretty shells sing gently to the breeze,
And shiny pebbles whisper words so sweet.
Take a walk with me,
Take a walk to the restless sea,
Where the silky sand, so dark and deep
Will softly sink beneath our feet.
Walk down to the sea with me,
Where the salt and wind will kiss our skin.
Where the fickle waves, deep blue and crystal clear
Bury their jewels, piece by piece.
Come along and search with me
For little treasures, hidden in the wind-swept sea,
Trinkets of shells and pebbles, and remembered dreams,
So pure and simple… precious, yet all for free.
Come Along With Me
In Silent Conversation
At the edge of an empty shore,
Tangled in stars we stand, all alone.
As the light drifts through the still of the night,
In silence we speak,
Beyond words, across the deep blue tide.
The sound of two hearts beating strong,
Breaking the calm of the quiet dawn.
Beating together in silent conversation,
In stillness we speak,
Beyond words, across the deep blue ocean.
Coming of the Night
Through the still air, so quiet,
The last remnants of the day
Slowly, in silence ebb away
Into the blue velvet of the night.
Darkness descends from high above,
All colours blend into one,
The deep blue lake, the mountains blue
Waiting to fall into sleep, to dream anew.
As the Storm Passes
heavy with sadness, it turns into the darkest ink
that tints the darkness with a blue shade of wonder,
into which the mournful clouds quietly sink.
As the storm passes, the sky cries in torrents of rain,
the sleepless wind sings a chilling song to a drumming rhythm,
a silent blues about the end of the season’s reign,
and every raindrop becomes a poem unwritten.
Lost in Time
With me by my side
Where the endless tides
Forever fall and rise
Lost in time we stand
By the cold and windy sea
Where the endless tides
Forever cease to be
Where the Seas Meet
Where the two seas meet,
The waves gently swelling against my feet.
With patience I will wait,
At the tip of the land,
Where all the known paths suddenly end.
For you, I will quietly wait…
The Autumness of It All
of raindrops singing and dancing with the fluttering leaves.
Tone by tone their song fills the silent woodland halls
with the season’s wonder and autumness of it all.
Into the Veil of Drifting Mist
where the bare trees the morning rains have kissed.
And in this tranquil world and the silence of it all,
let me lose myself and find my secret soul.
The only sounds my heart delights to hear
Is water dripping from the barren oak,
The echo of my thoughts, in a voice so sweet and clear.
A Walk through the Mist
Over the Silver Sea
the fickle waves and the clouds above merged into one.
The wild wind blowing, strong and free
set the birds’ wings flying over the silver sea.
I Have Written in the Sand
For you to read between the lines
Words that only you can understand
In which my heart its secrets hides
Of a far-off place under the dreaming air
On the silent shores of a moonlit sea
And I hope you’ll come and find me there
In a place far away, where we’re meant to be
Lost under the footsteps, urgently rushing by.
Forgotten, tired, left behind
The silent pavement lets out a long, deep sigh:
If only you would stop your hasty stride,
If only you would pause, just for a little while,
Endless streams of colour would spring to life and rise
From the deep of my fractures, veins and ancient scars.
If only you would stop and look around,
You’d see a touch of beauty that lifts the heart,
Brightens up the days and makes you smile,
If only you would stop and glance, before you slowly wear me down.
The Sea of a Thousand Hues
bright shades of orange
and dark tones of midnight blues
The Moon So Bright
in a faraway world,
where the moon so bright
turns darkness into light,
we stand together,
just you and I,
your hand in mine,
so closely intertwined
like ancient roots
of ageing trees
that together grew
over the time…
always as one,
the heart of the hearts…
Untrodden paths, silent waterways; each sacred part.
Shadows of palaces and secret alleyways so familiar seem,
Blindfolded I can walk here, in this recurring dream.
A Wondrous Tale
Fading away, gracefully coming to its end,
In this old town made of stars that wandered astray,
Where dreams and fairy tales seamlessly blend.
Little by little, as the twilight shadows prevail,
The eve’s tender arms wrap the streets in slumber,
Subtly this old town weaves a wondrous tale
Of the silent night – every sound becomes a thunder.
Gently the dusk falls over the quiet alleyway,
Lone lanterns through the darkness faintly gleam.
Such a plain and seemingly ordinary day,
Yet it bears more magic than a fairy tale dream.