Hidden Place
through the warmthest cord of care |
Cocoon
who would have known that a boy like him |
It's not up to you
i wake up |
Undo
it's not meant to be a strife |
Pagan poetry
pedalling through the dark currents |
Aurora
threading the glacier head |
An echo a stain
she touched my arm and smiled |
Sun in my mouth
i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers |
Heirloom
i have a recurrent dream |
Harm of will
if there's a troubador washing |
Unisson
One hand loves the other so much on me |