Life

The gift of life
A rainy day counts
As remembrance

Coldness

The bare senses
Embraced by coldness
Senseless numbness

Whispers

The mulled wine talks
In thousands voices
The silence lies

Words

A few sweet words
In her remembrance
All but silence

Nudity

A naked shape
Stripped from the past
Lost in embrace

Past

The warm mulled wine
The taste of a year
For long gone

Shades

A warm embrace
In shades of feelings
Beloved moonlight

Light

Dusted old lives
In light of today
Merry Christmas

Play

The warmth of lights
In a market's play
One more mulled wine

Winter

All purity 
In winter's old tales
Those Christmas bells

Fire

All memories
Burning in life's fire
Shading icons

Mirroring

All shiny stars 
Mirrored in darkness
Delightful light

Graffiti

Pieces of mind
Spread on empty walls
All that silence

Space

Death of a dream
Shattered to pieces
Orbiting thoughts

Fight

Saying too much
In a silent voice
Lover's struggles

Light

Splashes of light
Upon night's mirrors
Game of puddles

Broken

Broken the wings
Of timeless struggle
Where is the light

Mirror

An old album
Mirrors of the past
In light of time

Frozen

A scarecrow's flight
With the freezing wind
No one around

Home

A tomcat purring
At peace with the past
It feels like home

Afar

A grain of hopes
Scattered over time
Afar from home

Steps

A door's stillness
Waiting for the steps
On the pavement

Forms

A childhood's fire
On the empty walls
Cracks of the past

Wish

A Christmas wish
A cold morning's crave
Of apple pie

Fire

A childhood's bed
Lit by winter's fires
A night's shadows 

In Memoriam

One looks at life through all there is -
A flame - a spark, a sense of hope;
Swept by a wave, a cold-warm breeze,
A rainbowed lucid film of soap.

One feels the wind, one hears the sounds,
The more one draws upon one's mind -
Above the sky, below the grounds,
And what was left in life behind. 

One hopes at life unfold its sense,
From all that bounds deep to its core -
And there are hopes and much nonsense,
All winds that break a prison's door.

One hears the pray in soundless voice,
It stirs the mind, the feelings, all,
It sinks so deep in all its noyce,
Attracted by a fancied call. 

Snowflakes

So many hopes
On the snowflakes' road
All-catchy mud

Time

It takes summers
To forget a spring
Silver linings