Her profile How strong it is Reflecting the light Silhouetted by shadow A cigarette hung from her mouth Red Who are you? Why does this passion stir you? “I AM alive you see, for the first time.” “I know who I AM, thanks to the one who knows, the butterfly of coolness”. Coolness no […]
Midsummer’s Night Dream oil on vellum Coincidence of smiles Advance intuition No need to talk Or even write All understood Other ways of communicating Only for a few Chosen ones because of belief Not imagination But it plays a part On a boat flowing down the river Being
Softness in the folds of curled blue cloth Gently touching were his words Inward eyes reached below the heart So gentle the caresses held A depth of sublime intention that no one knows. Enough was said. Beyond this state Forgetfulness will be her way for now and another day.
Frozen Castles, mirrored streams, icy breath and billowing clouds, perched high above forgotten dreams, found in depths of tired souls, cracked foundations foliage bare, to be announced another time, repeated over and over again. Determined footing and mossy mound, to be found, to be found, as we return to melted ground.