The fires

In the shadows
waiting
longing
wishing
for you

Your fire
so bright
do not dare
to get close

The people

Forever together,

never close.

Sunday noon walk-off.

The markings

 Do the unexpected.

Signs of love

more permanent than 

the signers love.

The layers

Beneath the layers

we are all

Animals

The concert

"And the concert was good?"

The windows

Rough outlook

Roses are red

The loss

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

I'll watch you reach the sky

The journey

Silhouette treeater

Work hard
and
play hard

"You talkin' to me?
You talkin' to me?
You talkin' to me?
Then who the hell else are you talkin' to?
You talkin' to me?
Well I'm the only one here.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

How not to hide an elephant

The walk

Waiting for the train that never comes.

The warmth

The warmth of fire and friends
in the summer night.

The rail

The dark side of the monorail.

The race

Conquer your limits,

cross the thin blue line

Forever stuck

in the motion of speed

Forrest shadows

shadows for rest

The flags

The colors of the rainbow

is the new black

An open mind

is the best starting gift

The school

If you fall 

when reaching for the sky,

have someone to help you down.

The blue morning sky

coloring the world

There is always an alternative

Nature vs civilization!

Showing tonite,

and every nite.

Memories

of the fun we've had

The dawn

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life

Around the cirlce
back to where you were before
none the wiser

The start of something new
or the end of something old

The memories

Memories on a wall

fading

from memory

The trip

Heavenly circles

Le grand gris

The island

Summer fields,

grass that flowers

grass that dies

Me and you,

on water blue,

do not fear,

I'll be near.

The day after

The light at the end of the tunnel

Morning 

is broken

The sun

A glint in an eye

catching me

unreachable

For darkness and cold

spring's first light and warmth

to put you away

Never to late to finish,

never to early to start

The signs

Handwriting on the wall:

 a sign of times to come.

If I was to say to you, 
this is the end, 
you know that it would be untrue.

The shadows

In the light
capturing lights and shadows
in the dark

Flowing shadow

running on the ground at dawn

gone with dusk

Write with shadows
erase with light

The trail, part two

Tasting spring

in the melting snow

sweet and bitter

Avoid the fallen

do not let it taint

you can be fallen too

"You got to focus!", they screamed.

Choice in snow

hard to hide

easy to erase