I used to be afraid,
Of being unseen,
Unheard, alone. …

Start of a day,
Not often felt.
When horizons, …

A red kite in flight.
Graciously soaring,
Under sunny skies. …

Some things,
Are hard to understand,
Yet easy to accept.
The same can’t be said, …

Some walls,
Are built to speak.
Influencing thoughts, …

Bright colors,
Like sunny days,
Make me smile. …

I used to awaken,
To the Rigi,
Calling my name. …

What matters,
Stays the same.
Only how,…

Appearances are deceptive.
For the essence,
Which lurks underneath, …

I spent years,
Trying to rise,
Above everyone else. …

A clear sunny morning,
When my world,
Feels happy and bright. …

Fog will come and go.
But meanwhile,
As clarity quietly hides, …

A blurry world.
Tears or raindrops,
I cannot tell. …

There are days,
I feel covered,
Out of place. …

The grey outside,
Won’t enter a house,
Built of bricks, …

No matter how hard,
An artist tries,
Beauty at times, …