it was once again one of them totally perfect days
riding into morning mist to find GOSSAMER without reason
going for red bark
seeing red mist covering every small open field
small clearing in woods
leaving an amazing trail of subtle fine lines
passing this vision would be squander
time will be time taking time makes time
line from a song comes by
having the time of my life
yet this time comes every year again and again
last year i wrote this one
knowingingly next year we see it again and again
first time was 2003 on my old field now
my eyes are open for Gossamer
time after time
autum ligth makes colours come out like nothing else
filtering through sligth green leafs hitting faded leafs on the edge
nobody else around to shout as human engines have not started
perfect time as silence makes you hear the wind wistle in your ears
while going down hills no music can rival it not even close
pure sadisfaction inside a landscape
words flow yet no pencil
old time made words pass out like
orange monster Gossamer in Looney Tunes
delicate lines of transient time
Roos Zwart 