Drifting

drifting … on possibilities from a thousand masks hiding in the shadows with the dust where pain is peripheral and love is only the accidental collisions of dust towards midnight sleepless waiting for your fragrance with the silence where time is inconsequential and love is the pain we breathe in silence into you   Advertisements

A Winter’s Tale

~ How the moments meander in eternal wonderlands of winter where moonlight echoes the frost’s fragile crispness with its silvern smile and how these moments create such silences … such silences as when the robin peeps out from the shadows to see hands being held beneath alchemic smiles of mystery and apprehension How the moments … More A Winter’s Tale