When they fell into the crystal waters,
A bowl of mountains came apart at the seems,
Thier reflections now echoing a blurry sky...
Shadows plummet from
the dual church towers
the one way flow, to the depths
of the morning commute,
And the traveller's
drenched in it's shadow...
As the sun shatters down over the mountains,
An alpine hut basks in the last flicker of the evening light,
Ready to depart its visitors and relive the day...
Jagged boulders crest atop a mountain lake,
Whose waters have been calmed by the wind's ciesta,
The Range's midday chance to gaze upon its mirror image...
City lights spread thier wings to the wind,
Carried across the midnight water,
To float along to a golden castle...
Castle Walls on an Angry Sky
Castle walls reach up
towards an angry sky,
While clouds spread
across it like weeds,
In trepidation of
the coming history...
Old and Mighty
A land with a life of low variability,
Sees the same rains leave behind another lake refill,
That sends up a strained reflection of the old and mighty...
The corner of a block whose past extends beyond the tri-dimensional world,
Shows a dying breed of architecture, lost in perception,
Yet preserved by the helping hands of time...
Villach in the Morning
Sunrise dawned on a small Austrian village,
Highlighted by the streaks of early morning traffic,
At the edge of the Alpine realm...
An aging man enters
the moist woods of Bavaria,
A mushroom hunter from his youth,
when Mushroom Inc. provided survival,
He is seasonally aided by the dry morning sun,
who pours through the trees, watching on eagerly...
Subtle waves lap against the ship's bow
like clear blue contour lines,
As we sail through
the Giant's bathtub,
Watching peaks fade away
into a dark mist...