Fodder for the beasts

The camouflaged dead remain where they’ve fallen motionless bodies resting upon the stillness of the Earth with perhaps a little ruffle of fur or a lift of feather as a gentle breeze kisses their souls and so breathes the life of nature’s love into the reality of their death The camouflaged dead remain where they’ve … More Fodder for the beasts

Someday, perhaps

*** The dark fire of love will one day perhaps kiss the very core of this solitude until all that remains is ashes and these ashes will be breathed upon they will ignite and light they will rise up to become solitude no more but dark kissed fingers of the light soul of love ~ … More Someday, perhaps