Away, Further, Farther

Explicit, Lovely Earth

Feel the Burning Embers

I Am One of Yours

I Will Love You

Breathe Deep of Love

Feast of Souls and Hearts

Happily Nestled in the Molds

I Will Lift and Catch You

I Will Run and Fly

She Was the Color and the Fire

Spring Comes Wrapped in Summer's Heart

To Pour out the Blood

To Hold the Knife's Edge

These Small Things of Us

The Words That Plant the Seeds

The Shadows between These Bodies

The Red and Pink Taste of You

A Tender, Growing Child

Tender, Burning Song of Ours

Such a Soft Little Storm

A Raging Storm of Words

When I Look, I See You

Waking the Sleepers

To the Edge of You in Wonder

Without Mask or Facade

As Long as the Stars Burn

Rough and Rambling Travelers

Such a Fine Little Forgery

The Me That You Do Not Know

To Make a Peace between Us

This Night, as Every Night

Past the Iron Doors

Breathe Fire into the Night

Come up from the Underground

Grasp the Immovable Hands

How to Breathe and How to Fly

Lost in the Thick, Painted Night

Our Torn and Broken Edges

What Darkness Lies within Us

Unfaded and Unyielding upon the Walls

And No More Would They Weep

In the Ever Dark Prison

A Wild Wind of Spring

In the Heart of Your Darkness

The Pure and Bright Blood of Life

In the Dark and Peaceful Quiet

Bring Me Your Every Darkness

The Wild Madness of Spring

The Heart and the Headwaters

Passing over the Threshold

Closer and Dearer

Into the Width and Depth of You

Be That One, On Fire

Hollow of Their Hills

The Indestructible Lines

Dreams and Wandering Ages