midnight – Scriptorium '77

Steam

Running out of…
Water
I need to run to the kitchen

Late Balcony Evenings

My late balcony evenings had been long past
Until today
I went out with a cigarette

Whistling With the Wind At Midnight

It’s not a challenge
It’s a game we play
The livingroom door is behind me

Between Ten and Midnight

It’s two hours of finding the right time and reason
Don’t thinking about tomorrow, just living my daily reality

VOICES QUIET NOISES

at midnight are the voices quiet noises
through the open door of my balcony
comes streaming in not just clear air

There Cometh Me

And then out in the cold
There cometh me
And my shadow
Illuminating the dark walls

Sonnet #5: Echoes

The sea arrives in calm at midnight shore
Please tell me frankly what you’ve got in store
When arm in arm my friend and I walk on
Because I truly care where we belong

Scene noir

Lamp light from the other side / Of the street
Seen through the dirty glass / Of my window

Breathing In, Breathing Out

Breathing in like it’s a beam of light
Prepare to fly / Through hidden wisdom;

Midnight Blues

Oh, the days go by / Without me trying
Shiny wizards at the sky / My life complete