Ever on we fly

Tracing the mountains northwards

To our summer home

Why do I step back?

And why do I hold my tongue?

Am I still afraid?

Always in the shade

Haunted by mistakes I’ve made

But never afraid

Try to untangle

Sharp truth from fuzzy feelings

Following the sun

Take a simple task

Joining hands and head and heart

Turn rubbish to art

Words are to feelings

As photos are to landscapes

And music to love

There’s no way to know

Which of our works will perish

And which will live on

Twas but a moment

Since I soaked up sweet nectar

Where does the time go?

Fungi and algae

Work together to eat rocks

We call them lichen

I search the surface

For the truth behind my face

It’s a fruitless chase

Wind through rugged stones

I find a way to break my bones

As my spirit groans

Sink sank slunk shrunk sunk

In the heart of the mountain

Tip of the iceberg

Rising from the lake

Wind swept branches bend and shake

Rolling storm clouds break

An unending cave

Yes, the sea bed never sleeps

A bottomless pit

Blue steel cracks appear

When I turn my head away

My dying is done

Why is the mountain?

Please tell me when are the clouds?

And how does the moon?

Leaving the last light

Falling in my final flight

The end is in sight

As we swing sunward

Brave birds sing in the greenwood

Flowers spring upward

Dark hedges line lanes

Winding to the lion’s den

I’ll return again

Rummage underneath

Find another puzzle piece

Solutions increase

After winter storms

Thunder, wind, hail, rain and floods

Saplings rise from mud