The Year Slips By

Softly Now

And All Its Ways At an End

With the Light So Low

With Nothing Left

No One Knows the Shape of That Future

Too Far? Too Late?

And Now... And Now...

A Place of Quiet Rest

A Place To Draw Breath

And Now... Where?

As Fast As You Can

Hold On To Nothing

And Now... What?

They Endure There

They Remain There

They Gather There

What Remains of Yesterday

The Shape of Today

The Shape of Tomorrow

And There They Remained

Threw Away the Oar

They Fell Upon the Shore

Let It Shine, Let It Shine

Look Up To the Light

Standing on the Lake

Listening to the Lakesong

Trees Facing the Lake

A Place Beside the Lake

Remain

Broken

Respite

Where Things Remain

System of Support

The Light Within All Things

Fuel

At the Edge of the Lake

In the Middle of the Lake, Sort Of

The Water Wanders Through

The Willow Bides Her Time

Out There Among the Reeds

Your Stepping Stones

Still Moving Toward Shore

Where Once Flowed Those Waters

Down and Around

Through Those Lost Halls

Return to the Caverns

The Paths It Left Behind

The Paths It Travelled

Where It Climbed Ashore