Dream

Shining silver wine,
The Fairy sips,
Smoke swirls from fine,
Divine, Sublime lips,

Black- amber eyes
Stare past the deep,
Dark, night skies
Where tiger growls in sleep,

Eyes burning fire,
lips speak desire...

Beauty.

T'is as staring at
The Sun, as it
Burns the eyes,
T'is as Icarus,
Who must fall so
Far, because he flies
Where Man should not 
Fly, to Beauty that,
Never, never dies.

"Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam." The Bonny Swans.

This Seems True

"The mind is it's own place, and it itself, Can make a heav'n of hell, or a hell of heav'm" Milton.

Always

It is always Hallow'en- the viel between the living and the dead is perminently transparent.

Song to Baldar

Baldar- for whom all things wept,
Is not lost, but is kept,
Under, in a harsh, froozen land,
On iron throne, sword in hand,
Baldar- whom all men love,
One day shall rise above.

Photos from The Nam