mountains night closes in and it feels like an interval, living and dying all at once - while
holding the magical dream of twilight...
As the swirling galaxies embellish the dark
skies, I am lost in the silent serenity of the
glittering dust splashed across the timeless
sky...
It seems to me the sentiments of the stars
never die as I watch them kissing & hugging,
loving and cherishing, laughing and sharing...
All the while to the east of the heavens, the sun
light awaits patiently to rebirth...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
