Ursula Tillmann Poems

Finally there
and within -
all of me and
more to come.
...

Sleep will not
rest upon
my dreams -
the candle burns
...

I can feel the wind today,
stronger than ever
whipping away my tears
of solitude and loneliness.
...

Rugged mountains
cannot hinder
the view beyond
caged thoughts -
...

Wilted the blossom
of planted dreams
out there on my
field of memories.
...

Sometimes I just
watch him sleeping...

I gaze at his dreams
...

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

Sparks of daylight seeping into valleys
...

Silence withing, quiet from
sorrow and pain taken away
by the striking clock of spells.
...

Wilted the blossom
of planted dreams -
there on that
field of memory.
...

I am the
gentle breeze
soothing
your mind
...