O’er mountains high, past running stream
Where breezes blow and sun doth beam...

;
Take...

How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...

Late at night when all is still,
I sometimes hear a lively call...

Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...

Yesterday found itself far from home.
Running from what home will be...

For many years a crow has been spotted in the...
Awash in bitter spite, it makes its way between...

Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...

There weren't enough nights in a year for us.
You, with dim eyes glowing furiously, always...

Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...

Won’t you be my octopus?
Won’t you climb about my walls...

Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...