YOU DO NOT FEAR THE NIGHT

Come take a walk with me,
We'd walk past that shadowed hill,
The one made of rocks and trees,
The one that looks like folded black paper,
Against the purply black midnight sky,

TO BORROW A WANDERING LEAF

To walk tomorrow, to leave today,
To stay in tomorrow, with today here,
To have the mind above the day,
And forget, the moment that matters is right here,

DISTANT DREAMS

Silently upon night's billows,
Rode she on gray willows,

Eyes upon a sun,
Yet to come with morrow's morn'.

A weeping child on the bleeding moor,
She lay all tattered and torn,