Night air....street light glow.. The little moments, Imbued with the traces of all you are... softly shining threads of the fabric……that...

Summoner High Worshiper Confessor Priest of Light Spirit Guide Periel's Host Tamsine's Comfort Trothfang's Hand Singer of Eluned Eluned's...

Packed up all the rifles You showed me where the wounds were... the bloodstains and the rivals Like your pain was worse, babe, from me...

Not Enough... You're Not Enough for me... Those words spilled out like broken pearls... they fell across my shoulders, down my eyes.......

I like the way he looks at life contrarywise. From a different facet in the glass. I've always been this way, since I was small. Sitting...

The Master of the House.....Beckons your trembling soul, calls your dark nightmares to loom high in the ghastly moonlight.... in his...

I love the hours when the shadows get long Sunlight melts to mellow amber welcoming the satisfaction and jollity of a good day done. The...

Swimming in reverie…. Crystalline warm breezes, performing from my whole soul….and roses…Huge, fat, velvet lipped and languid, drowsing,...

Whispers of languid raindrops, patter across courtyard ferns, from a pre-dinner rain, mingling petrichor with night jasmine and roses…...

His hands….. sepia toned and supple. Of another era. Strong lines, refined and gracefully masculine....much like the jaw line. An...

A cool Spring breeze cuts through the afternoon sunshine like a departing whisper of winter among the colorful market stalls, and touches...

Joining my voice with all of my friends and faire family to remember the man who brought us together and made memories that we hold dear...

The light is changing, bringing a lovely golden hue to dappled afternoons....bathing brisk breezes with a sense of festive expectation...

In theaters across the world, this moment is the same, and I love it dearly, with all my heart. After the comforting dissonance and...

with a gentle heart in good keeping beauty arrives when boldest can show softness yet lose not strength nor character but find...

The ends of me are stretched too thin from reaching... I'm pale from wanting and weak from waiting too long.... dance shoes in hand , my...

There are moments I happen upon, little lovely surprises that at once, captivate me in the present experience as enchanting, and send me...

I miss the smell of those tall, thin Florida pines and cypress and scrub. The sun warmed brown scent of pine needles underfoot on those...

That would be Southern comfort food. Food has always called to me as a fascination, a joy, an art, and a way to express love and a little...

Dark marshland swallowed the moonlight, not leaving a trace of light in its depths, silouetted by a border of black twisted cypress and...