Haunted are the streets in the cool morning mist...
Inter-Afterlife
Ever On the Wing, pt. VII: Wise with Hindsight
've learned as I've lived, and will be wise with hindsight
Where I Stand
...In the by and by//I am where I stand
Escaping Dissolution
Trembling with the length of each sentence//Meaninglessly desperate to delay its end...
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
Meet You Halfway
May your peace come meet you halfway...
Coughing, Coughing
We etched our names into the Tree of Life//Giggling childishly, nervous to be caught...
Incomplete Thought
The countenance of a wearied mindFlickers in the candlelightFlitting round from thought to thoughtThose in the shadows, those iron-wroughtWondering if thine heart is blindOr simply has incomplete sightIf one only sees what one has boughtIf one can recall only what one sought
You Might As Well Dream
And if, at first//It's not all as it seems//Life isn't, either//So you might as well dream
December Rose 