Chantress Diviner of dragons Who feels wyverns move through earth Weave deeply of the dream spring vision Rich hymns to Gaia, mother primordial Sing in sacred grove circled Drawing power from the ancient First born of earth Holly and oak The deep scented firs Sing the sighing of wind...

Candles too are mortal when alight. When their wicks are cold and black, candles will desire that flame in their life.   When candles bleed like us, it requires love accompanied with pain. That punishing, silent cry of dripping wax...   That bleeding light we all crave, yet...

Dark days and bright nights. That's the life of a sorrowful poet.  Away from the darkening daylight... into the light of the night I rejoice! Night owl, indeed!  I've risen like the full moon and descended like the sun. My soul bleeds ink onto the page. And...

World – Peels away, layer by layer Just so we can know, that – Which is there. Never-ever despair, even as you enter the diffusion - in the confrontation of the illusion of: The tether. Where it is deeper and darker and seems like...