- Dead
- Sunset Horizon
- Prayer
- not in his job-title
- Paths of the Heart
- Meteor
- Artistry
- Intention
- Longing
- in the Fog
- Curves in the Clouds
- FLOWER
- Seaglass Skies
- SAFE
- Sipping Stars
- Dream Tonight
- Collapsing
- Otherworld
- Alternate Reality Together
- I Fantasize. . .
- My Dear Son
- Crazy for You
- Bright
- Aches of Missing
- Blasts
- Fever
- Simply
- Let Me Dream
- Starsign
- Superpower
- with fantasies we play house in our hearts
Art is when the universe
sings the language of the soul
recreating for a moment
the eternity of birth & fire
the intensity of creation & ash
vapors of nothing
forming, transforming
both growing and dying
becoming melded & moulded into
singular beauty & horror
beyond mere word or thought
where feelings surpass logic
making perfect sense
of all & nothing
Art is the soul
living into the beyond
catching a spark of whatever heaven
may be
& so we burn
artistry in the in-betweens









Those first two lines set the stage for all that magic and truth you shared so eloquently.
Thank you for this.
Thank you, Adira