| The Rose & The Unicorn | |||||||||||||||||
| Evolution of the Rose |
Like the whisper of a rose across a lover's shoulder the Celtic Lady came to me. Her eyes gazed from another time her voice spoke in clarity and trust The scent of her neck brought memories of places I'd never seen With my lips on her skin I heard music I had never heard Her body filled my vision, day and night My Irish Witch holds my heart and my mind; She denies her own magic. | ||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||
|
Standing on the ridge above the smog choked city that had been his home, from just beyond the horizon he heard the tolling of the iron bell, the division bell, and knew that the promise was near. He had crossed the frozen wasteland where the wind and the snow had tried to drag his every step down to despair; he had known the burning deserts where everything is thirst and exhaustion. Alone, he had stood against the hordes of unbelievers with their mocking and ridicule. Yet, he knew that all of his experience until now was only a preparation for his life with his Irish Rose. | The Unicorn | ||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||
| The Gate |
There are gates which cannot be found by the most diligent searching. They open to what you are, not to what you desire. The rocks hold secrets even the rivers will not tell. This page will be changing much as my life changes--random, daily, mysteriously. Stop by again; let me know what you think, what you believe, what you hope for. | ||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||
| Favourite links | ||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||
|
This page has been visited
|