Kunst In Zicht

 

FOREST FEELING

Kissing each others shadow
softly sighing in the silver lining
on a moonlit night.
The moon is whispering
turning leafs over
From afar the thin sound
of a midnight train running
is lost in the lonely light.
When the dark swirling clouds
playing hide and seek around the moon,
gentle feelings awaiting the world
are crawling up inside to get unfurled
into the sky.