An fhoghar dorcha

Before she leaves...

Where the water lilies grow II.

House of haunting memories

The sunset

Remembrance the sunset

how changed into black and white in our absence.

Night of dark trees

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:

but he who is not afraid of my darkness,

will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Captivity

Spring Waltz

Frozen

When I finally died, all changed. 

I wanted to go out but there was no street. 

There was no one in the non-existent street, and so, no one awaited me.

An tilleadh

Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howl 

and cried again: 'Our damaged branches ache! 

Your pillage maims me! Can't you feel at all?...

When the clock strike twelve

Haunting branches

Collapse into absence III.