a harvest

lost in dreams
travellin' around in my head
wanting peace
looking for a way out again

lost in dreams
searching for my soul
my bliss to give
in this crazy world

lost in dreams
I've been runnin' around
lookin' for the place
where my heart will sound

I've lost myself, lost my path
now to pick up my feet
and put them down again
on a familiar, but different road

a return journey
a harvest of what I've come to know

the wind

watercolor

pedestal

I built a pedestal and you stood on it.  I was a lost soul wandering around alone in a big museum.  Then my eyes came upon you, my David.  I waited for that raw and chiseled stone to come to life, to meet me.  It didn't.  I had to destroy that pedestal.  Now here I am, still lingering in this cold museum, contemplating art and beauty.  Yet, I'm really waiting for soft lips to whisper into my ear and say, "You're the best piece of work in here," and then a warm hand to gently pull me out of these trodden halls.

in colors