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.