Feel the ancient sound
With a feathered pulse
The aged thrush
Bound to death's dark wing
Silently it asks
Do we need joy?
It's nothing more
Than shame and loss
Morning choir sings
To warm the hearts
Of crueler beings
As they take my wings
The Garden Of Crystalline Dreams, Act I
2004 • Eclipse
The Garden Of Crystalline Dreams, Act I
The Garden Of Crystalline Dreams, Act I
2004 • Eclipse
2000 • Love Poems For Dying Children, Act Iii: Winter And The Broken Angel
2004 • Eclipse
2000 • Love Poems For Dying Children, Act Iii: Winter And The Broken Angel
The Garden Of Crystalline Dreams, Act I
Love Poems for Dying Children, Act I
2004 • Eclipse