Time can be mostly heartache, with shades of happiness
decorating the sky, as a hint of what might be, or what could only pass on by
Starting something, new
Fade (on another day)
Morning After
Dayglow
October
The Building of tomorrow (now in silence)
This Could Be Our Moment
Edge of Tomorrow
Cooler White
World Turning Over
The Voice
Dancing on Midnight
Racing
Return
Reply
Words return to poetry
In Between Your Eyes
Revolving
Burgundy
Bloods Fire
Autumn's Light (A Rose for our Memory)
Gentle Moment
Where is the Time?
Flurries
Mid-Day Rapture
Explaining
Beauty
Travel
Timeless need,
timeless heart
Midnight comes at last
Forward Dream
Closer By Night
On Through
Only to Me
Time Itself
Return as morning
Where once
Tether of night
Find shall i find
Ebb and Flow
You
Today is a Day
Gathering Our Dreams
And Still on Through
Morning's Harvest
I See Inside
When the Night
Between Memory and a Dream
Somewhere calling
Where, in front of me
Becoming
Names
Return
A Lover's Love
For in Time
Chance by chance
For the thought
When the
world was, but a word
Forgotten in song
Trade
Gates of morning
Beliefs
Twist in Twilight
Earth
Inner
Eternal
Finding Time
Two Roses
Quickly Upon Me
When Roses Bloom
