When is it darkest again? I forget.

It is night and my heart goes to you...

It is Night, an english translation

Since I'm feeling wordless today, here is a look at an illustration I produced.

Moving forward doesn't mean moving on

Break upon me as water on the rocks.

There's a lot of ways a day can be perfect.

Or To Come

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: