The eyes of the night

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay I wondered often how it must be, when our time is up and we have to leaveIs it the end when we cease to breathe?What is it like beyond what we see? Does death mean we are set free? What do our stories mean?All the joy, the pain and everything…

The Light in the Dark

Lonely at twilight, waiting for the night, The breeze carrying away what’s left of the light. As the clouds leave for another place, Night and day, what a glorious chase. The blue of the sky, now turning grey, Taking with it another day. The night is here and I feel so small The moon looks…