Her heart fell into the lake

Her heart fell into the lake, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. She beat her chest, the pain chok­ing her, gasp­ing for air. Heartache. Why does it have to hurt so much? Will there ever be hope? Ever be a bright light at the end of the dark tun­nel? She was cry­ing, her dark hair sway­ing


A winter’s night in Istanbul

A winter’s night in Istan­bul, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walk­ing over age old cob­ble­stone Past weath­ered walls Inscribed with the rough ink of his­tory Past cher­ished mon­u­ments And hid­den mys­ter­ies All illu­mi­nated By the dif­fused light Of street lights in the mist Winter’s chill is cast away By a cup of hot salep A bag


Symphony of the night

Sym­phony of the night, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. A fiery red sun sets in the west, night rises swiftly in the east, a blood red moon her­alds the arrival of age old mys­ter­ies. Silently approaches the mas­quer­ade of ancient crea­tures, on wings of desire, gath­er­ing in the cham­bers of an old lav­ish man­sion. Time


If I had three wishes…

If I had three wishes…, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. If I had three wishes What would they be? What should they be? World peace An end to poverty And hap­pi­ness for all? Wishes grand and tall? Or would they some­thing self­ish be Give me a sack of gold Make me famous Now make me bold, make


Memories of Autumn — Goodbye my butterfly

Mem­o­ries of Autumn — Good­bye my But­ter­fly, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Good­bye my but­ter­fly Your life lasted only sum­mer long But even in your fad­ing hour Your col­ors still shine brightly Your wings inscribed with a mes­sage For those who bow their heads A sub­tle note, a reminder That noth­ing fades unno­ticed For even


All we need is a warm nest up in the clouds

All we need is a warm nest up in the clouds, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Another grey Decem­ber day It’s freez­ing cold and dreary I am chilled to the bones My heart’s slightly weary Of a world turned to stones But it doesn’t take much Just a cup of hot tea And your ten­der


Tis oh so quiet

Tis oh so quiet, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. A leisurely stride Through and over fields of white Tis oh so quiet © Thorsten Becker