2012
January 30, 2012 at 11:25 am
...Illuminous...
The silver red mercury mists...slide effortlessly from Her unclenched fists...the shadows of the past now sleep in crypts...while Her red light gently persists...
January 31, 2012 at 7:05 am
...Murmur...
She drifts along with a tired heart...red and purple as it stops and starts...She touches blades of grass in glades...on fields of memories that She's made...She stands at the horizon at Dawn...as Her plump heart beats on and on...
February 1, 2012 at 1:20 pm
...Cycle 13...
The soft white flesh...She knew it best...and watched from far away...She blew a kiss...into the Mist...and watched it melt the day...a mate of soul...once hidden, now whole...had come into Her sight...Her steady gaze...cuts through the gauzy haze...of this Blessed Imbolc night...
February 1, 2012 at 11:12 pm
...Forthcoming...
There will soon be a day...when the trees will not sway...and dance with the wind that is Her breath...when the air and earth stand still...the pink orange dusk sleeps upon the hill...moments that shred my life with her death...She whispers once more as I am torn...my ancient heart forlorn...and longing for the sound of Her sigh...there will soon be that day...when the trees will not sway...on the dusk horizon of Goodbye...
February 2, 2012 at 10:20 am
...Rising...
She burns and twists upon the fire…an everlasting primal desire…She dances on the flames of will…and lights Herself on fire still…She rises high above the blaze…and glistens in the morning rays…the soot and ash…of Her flesh, at last…lay shed upon the land…
February 3, 2012 at 9:27 am
...Within the Chambers...
A swift red wave...in the curved concave...of Her fiercely beating heart...a flood drenched with love...for Below and Above...something She could not stop nor start...surging through veins...like untethered reins...as the question resided within...days filled with haze...an uncharted phase...that rose up and met Her again...
February 4, 2012 at 12:04 am
...Home...
Swiftly moving...through the black blue night...She finds the missing...with Second Sight...She turns the air from ice to steam...She only sends the Red Lace dream...She slides beneath and in between...and Never Fails me
February 4, 2012 at 11:48 am
...Come...
A shivering shuddering shimmering mess...Her hand upon mine relieves distress...Her face in the moon on its silvery slant...Shows more of what I can and less of what I can't...
February 5, 2012 at 6:39 am
,,,
The Dreams She weaves...through thoughts and reams...of the papers and the sheets...She stands and shines...Her Light, in mine, while scenes of magick repeat...The Dawn slides gray into this day...then brightens warm and clear...steady now, She only allows...the True to stay adhered...
...Illuminous...
The silver red mercury mists...slide effortlessly from Her unclenched fists...the shadows of the past now sleep in crypts...while Her red light gently persists...
January 31, 2012 at 7:05 am
...Murmur...
She drifts along with a tired heart...red and purple as it stops and starts...She touches blades of grass in glades...on fields of memories that She's made...She stands at the horizon at Dawn...as Her plump heart beats on and on...
February 1, 2012 at 1:20 pm
...Cycle 13...
The soft white flesh...She knew it best...and watched from far away...She blew a kiss...into the Mist...and watched it melt the day...a mate of soul...once hidden, now whole...had come into Her sight...Her steady gaze...cuts through the gauzy haze...of this Blessed Imbolc night...
February 1, 2012 at 11:12 pm
...Forthcoming...
There will soon be a day...when the trees will not sway...and dance with the wind that is Her breath...when the air and earth stand still...the pink orange dusk sleeps upon the hill...moments that shred my life with her death...She whispers once more as I am torn...my ancient heart forlorn...and longing for the sound of Her sigh...there will soon be that day...when the trees will not sway...on the dusk horizon of Goodbye...
February 2, 2012 at 10:20 am
...Rising...
She burns and twists upon the fire…an everlasting primal desire…She dances on the flames of will…and lights Herself on fire still…She rises high above the blaze…and glistens in the morning rays…the soot and ash…of Her flesh, at last…lay shed upon the land…
February 3, 2012 at 9:27 am
...Within the Chambers...
A swift red wave...in the curved concave...of Her fiercely beating heart...a flood drenched with love...for Below and Above...something She could not stop nor start...surging through veins...like untethered reins...as the question resided within...days filled with haze...an uncharted phase...that rose up and met Her again...
February 4, 2012 at 12:04 am
...Home...
Swiftly moving...through the black blue night...She finds the missing...with Second Sight...She turns the air from ice to steam...She only sends the Red Lace dream...She slides beneath and in between...and Never Fails me
February 4, 2012 at 11:48 am
...Come...
A shivering shuddering shimmering mess...Her hand upon mine relieves distress...Her face in the moon on its silvery slant...Shows more of what I can and less of what I can't...
February 5, 2012 at 6:39 am
,,,
The Dreams She weaves...through thoughts and reams...of the papers and the sheets...She stands and shines...Her Light, in mine, while scenes of magick repeat...The Dawn slides gray into this day...then brightens warm and clear...steady now, She only allows...the True to stay adhered...