Under the Waterfall

Wild Honey

Carry me caravan, take me away

This late age of the world's experience has bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears

Broken Eden

How fevered is the man, who cannot look Upon his mortal days with temperate blood

I dreamt of lilacs, a sea of them, and lavender, and you

Striking with a spirit's knife

Stardust

I am quite content with wakened birds, as they fly

Butterflies, meet Wheel

White Jazz