Into the Fire
I’m seeing you tonight. It isn’t my heart I worry about or its thump, thump, thump and its skips. Nor is it my mouth which talks far too much and longs to whisper… Continue reading
I’m seeing you tonight. It isn’t my heart I worry about or its thump, thump, thump and its skips. Nor is it my mouth which talks far too much and longs to whisper… Continue reading
I’ll drink from a chimerical lake, let fantasies swirl inside, surge joy into a stagnant heart once cloaked in melancholy skies. I’ll feel the rush of the wind stretch sails taut and tight.… Continue reading
Ah, Caravaggio, you come to me in a dream. We both hold on to the darkness – painting canvases seeped in sanguine. Red is the color of my cheeks as I blush when… Continue reading
Painting by James Christensen (His art was introduced to me through Inese’s lovely blog). !!! Click HERE to visit and follow Inese !!! An epiphany raged through her, and she promised never would… Continue reading
She turned her face to the sun, hoping to feel its warmth. There was a breeze in the air. She knew this from the swaying trees. Sighing, she walked towards the cliff; mesmerized… Continue reading