- Morning’s red orb. Dim lit in a magenta sky. Vertically, the world flies by
- Sleepy bells announcing her rising sun. Dawn weaving voices into whiteness I
- Sands march, her harvest moon sinking. eyes look away, emerald and topaz
- I breathe in your ocean. Winged silhouettes fly. Of cobalt suns. VIII
- Celestial oceans of aquas. Wild is the wind
- Sun drunk buds, of tulip leaves, petals painted pink. evening cranes that fly.
- I breathe in your ocean. Winged silhouettes fly. Of cobalt suns. I
- I breathe in your ocean. Winged silhouettes fly. Of cobalt suns. II
- She can only suggest a path and stir up the clouds. Samsara weaving VII
- I breathe in your ocean. Winged silhouettes fly. Of cobalt suns. VI
- I breathe in your ocean. Winged silhouettes fly. Of cobalt suns. III
- Shades of blue so unreal-been spent elsewhere. That night the sky was lavender
