Ursula Tillmann Poems

And even though
I had wandered
a thousand miles
toward my destination,
...

Stillness around,
the night has
closed to find
its dreamers.
...

Tired of waking
I long for the night
Undressing Shadows
Folding their gowns.
...

Free fall and dive
into new dawns.
Endless space
horizons
...

Moments frozen
eternities lost and
nations paralyzed.
Waiting for Godot
...

Thoughts outsourced
to Lululand, to places
texted and tubed in space
beyond birds twittering
...

I'll polish the
stars for one
more night to
shine through your
...

Thoughts quenched by morning dew
diluting visions of last night's dreams.

Sparks of daylight seeping into the valley
...

Are you the painter
who fills the cracks
of my canvass with
strokes of colors
...

The sound of spring
awakens me to new life,
new thoughts which
I believed forgotten
...