Ursula Tillmann

Finally there
and within -
all of me and
more to come.
...

Sleep will not
rest upon
my dreams -
the candle burns
...

I can feel the wind today,
stronger than ever
whipping away my tears
of solitude and loneliness.
...

Rugged mountains
cannot hinder
the view beyond
caged thoughts -
...

Wilted the blossom
of planted dreams
out there on my
field of memories.
...

Sometimes I just
watch him sleeping...

I gaze at his dreams
...

Thoughts quenched by morning dew
diluting visions of last night's dreams.

Sparks of daylight seeping into valleys
...

Silence withing, quiet from
sorrow and pain taken away
by the striking clock of spells.
...

Wilted the blossom
of planted dreams -
there on that
field of memory.
...

I am the
gentle breeze
soothing
your mind
...

And even though
I had wandered
a thousand miles
toward my destination,
...

Stillness around,
the night has
closed to find
its dreamers.
...

Tired of waking
I long for the night
Undressing Shadows
Folding their gowns.
...

Free fall and dive
into new dawns.
Endless space
horizons
...

Moments frozen
eternities lost and
nations paralyzed.
Waiting for Godot
...

Thoughts outsourced
to Lululand, to places
texted and tubed in space
beyond birds twittering
...

I'll polish the
stars for one
more night to
shine through your
...

Thoughts quenched by morning dew
diluting visions of last night's dreams.

Sparks of daylight seeping into the valley
...

Are you the painter
who fills the cracks
of my canvass with
strokes of colors
...

The sound of spring
awakens me to new life,
new thoughts which
I believed forgotten
...