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Tossing and turning

Toss­ing and turn­ing, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The clock chimed twelve As the mid­night sun Eerily spun A twi­light web Across slate gray night At that hour I approached the gate Wide and great Lead­ing to mind’s gar­den Of flash­ing den­drite Step­ping into, walk­ing through I felt my soul entwine Wrapped in deep dark vine

Sepia dreams

Sepia dreams, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Sepia dreams, soft light Through a canopy of branches wide An oth­er­worldly sight © Thorsten Becker

A lonely scene

A lonely scene, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. And she walked in soli­tude Through the gar­den of silence On the day of the mid­night sun Walked On another path to nowhere Pass­ing the guardians of now And the rem­nants of the past As always The sands of time kept rush­ing Drift­ing beneath her feet Mak­ing

The things most precious

The things most pre­cious, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The things most pre­cious Are not the ones that shine and shim­mer Like tran­sient gold and sil­ver plea­sures But those that glow and glim­mer Fill­ing hearts, not pock­ets, with indeli­ble trea­sures © Thorsten Becker

Lovers’ kiss

Lovers’ kiss, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Lovers’ kiss One true bliss Elec­tric­ity of the soul Hearts ablaze dur­ing a night stroll Here Touched by lovers touch Their love flies Towards Elysian skies Ascends through lay­ers of the atmos­phere Straight through the stratos­phere Until leav­ing behind the exos­phere There Where every­thing is oh so clear

A winter dream

A win­ter dream, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. It is noth­ing but snow On a gray cold day Noth­ing but trees That in the dis­tance sway Why should I stay? Just a lonely walk Through winter’s soli­tude Bit­ing cold air Chip­ping away at my for­ti­tude Such is my atti­tude When sud­denly Up in the sky Fire­birds fly

As the colors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light

As the col­ors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As the col­ors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light As the black­birds sing their final ser­e­nades in the late after­noon hours As red squir­rels hurry through crum­bling leaves to find their hid­den stacks Of acorns ripe and