Life
It was Blake after midnight when the strange sound, vibrant with colossal power, thundered...
Nature
What blows across the empty steppes and wanders in the mist from east to west in endless drift...
Emotion
Then closing the door she whispered soft like from so long ago, “Isis don’t live here no more…
Eternity
Weaving endless on it goes, in every place the empty cutting wind turning, twisting...
Reflections
There is yet, in the dreams of night, the secret fragrance of burning light, beyond the misty air...