They were destined
To find each other
In all their lifetimes
Perpetually yearning
Until they could be as one
It was their souls’
Immortal promise
To one another
Print is of Tristan and Isolde
Taken from Pinterest
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Perfection Of Early Morning
She is drawn to the window
Pulling the sheet from the bed
She wraps it around herself
She kneels, entranced
By the snow
By the pale, pure light
Of the morning
She breathes deeply
Enjoying the view
Enjoying the silence
Enjoying the perfection of the early morning
The beauty of the day
And from his position on the bed
He was enjoying the beauty
Of her
Painting by Zhaoiming Wu
Forest of Imagination
Come and walk with me
Through the forests
Of my imagination
The cool shade
And silence
Speaking to us
Like an old friend
Come and walk with me
Take my hand
Let’s go where we can
Breathe deeply
And adventure
Together
Double exposure print by Aneta Ivanova
A Kaleidoscope
Look at yourself
Through the prism I use
You will see
A thousand fractals of light
Not all pristine and perfect
But real
And complex
And changing all the time
A kaleidoscope
Of being
Print taken from Pinterest
She Blooms
Print taken from the internet.
If this is yours and you wish for me to remove, please let me know and I will do so.
The sea
Beautiful words and pictures…
Thank you wasted-childhood for the photos on Tumblr.
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The sea
The untamed sea and the chaotic dance of powerful waves.
Leave me feeling safe in a old friend.
Ancient souls can know the peace resting on the sand.
Watching the beautiful lady dance.
Dear Ocean. You are my peace and calm in my world of
confusion and ugliness. of my world.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Goddess
A curvaceous hip
Nipples hard and urgent
Pale skin that catches the light
A raised, bare bottom
Aching to be touched
Or reddened
Naked limbs
That should be wrapped
Around you
And the long, dark hair
That she would love
To drag
Over
Every
Inch
Of you
Her gift
To you
Your goddess
Photo taken from Pinterest
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She curls up within herself
A protective stance
A survival technique
She’s tired, so tired
Giving always so completely
Throwing herself into the movement
But realizing that she has gotten nothing back
Her bucket is empty
She feels invisible
Despite the beauty of her dance
And the grace with which
She delivered it
And now
She’s too weary to dance
Photo taken from Pinterest
Unlock
Sssh.
He’s the only one
With the key to unlock
The woman within
Her
The one to have set fire
To her dreams
To have unleashed
What has long
Been hidden
From view
Photo taken from Pinterest
Peonies
Her petals were soft
And every conceivable shade of pink and peach
He enjoyed stroking them, feeling their texture
He loved how they looked arching up to catch
The last rays of the sun
Photos taken by sirensong1208
**These peonies are from my own garden.
Glorious when they bloom, full of color and life which is what I believe a garden should be.
Siren Whispers 