Silence is beautiful: she lives in the folds of the lotus, in its soft dark movements, part water part air
Silence is round, like the stamens that call forth with no effort to be born and recreate again,
Silence is hot, like the dark red and blue of flames that move with the wind and are born of the air,
Silence is sensual, like the folds of lovers into one another, with sweat dripping likes beads created from the ephemeral and ethereal heart
Silence is amazing, like the wings flapping o... read more

the drawing down of the year,
swirls of green and gold, clouds of ephemeral beauty, drenched in sunlight, embraced by moonlight, creating the shine of stars, the wet of rain, the pearl of sadness, the deepest rose of love, hiding in the cracks of stained glass, or Rossetti's smiling muse, the absinthe feyrie flutters her wings at the coming of winter.. at the coming of a new year

she dreams for the wolf running from the gun, the star gazed child raging against any monsters real and ... read more