Birds fly from tree to tree,
gathering seeds
When the sky turns dark, 
they leave

Across shallow lakes
and mountain moors

Through these eyes
back to the source.





(Next to the path in the middle, like a skull in the forest, the old house grins : )

Fast turning page of twilight
from winter sun, a surprise

One star will set 
and countless rise 

Come stretch towards light
Come tall as a tree,
heaven meets earth tonight

Come bottomless pond
Come beauty beyond

Come speech withouth tongue,
darkness is thin
Come cutting along
the edge of this skin

Come Silence Within
Come Love, Come


Empty Space In Blue

Alan