My cold-iron core feels a touch out of time, a promise that aches like cold in the bone. Haunting the silent sweep of evening, I am a sable moon, unteathered, alone.
I long to know the savage fire of a pale and distant flame. I search the many eyes of night for a siren-star without a name.
Reality--cold, sterile, and overrated-- makes too much sense. I much prefer to dream my way into the excess of eclipse. A Dark Moon drifting home...
Lee, these feelings describe what is happening to our world and us during these days of movement into what we are becoming... neither old nor new --leaving our souls flailing about. Dreams guide, trust them.
Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World is a novel in which nothing is quite what it seems and everything is loaded with shadowy dreams of the past and nightmares set to soul-pounding music of the future.
Taerak's Void
(Book One of Fantastica)
A new series by multiple award winning author, M. R. Mathias
After finding a strange medallion and some maps with markings that no one in his village can understand, Braxton Bray decides to
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judith
You have been missed, and so have your words. A most image rich, haunting poem. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D