just above forests
autumn turning strong green
smog and apples smell

decomposing sky
not in dark but in fluid blue
stars floating like ships

everlasting stairs
disappearing in the sky
above all: the moon

in the morning sky
rows of forgotten darkness
last-night remains

despite all my thoughts
the world is merely a try.
foggy body of a "maybe"

deep inside sunset
a whisper can be listened
but there's just the moon...

the clouds of winter
habited by lonely crows
black dots on white snow

landscapes of our dreams
covering the real life:
clouds dropping from sky

we see others young
in a later lost heaven
horizon's changing...

August's fluid fire
wind is changing his color
woods are burning

dark spots of sunset
light, deep ache of burned years
how can you forget?

unshaped thoughts pass by
hiding the death of the day
dawns will relight soon...

dreaming of a place
where years ago there was someone
what a silent night!

a passing blue cloud
is shaking rain through sun rays
someone cast a spell

waves of daze and dust
feelings mixed up with white sands-
solitude desert

summer clouds outside
is it life a lonely path?
wounded soul wonders

in the summer night
stars are the only ones
freezing in silence

hot summer rain
is twinkling among hills
silvery poems

hanging in the sky
the sun as a big orange
in a giant hands

heaven and hell games
in the powder of blue clouds
it will be raining

end of July
poppies have fallen asleep
in golden wheat field

hot June afternoon
copper chambers of the heart
rusting summer smells