Queen of ink, light and dark, fades into time slowly, but wondrously.
So many pieces, large and small, fit together, but never that smoothly.
Faces From Before
Bubbles surround me,
and in only a minute,
I'm ebullient!
The face I wear each day looks almost like the face I thought I wore.
Too much Internet - not enough life.
Peering out from my haven of security and warmth, into the abyss.
I recall all the pieces of you that made me smile on a cold and gloomy day. Oh, my.
Orpheus rises steadily from the Underworld -- what greater challenge than this?
The sorceress weeps over loss, of power, of strength, of all that was unharnessed before...
Glorious swirls, the threads of my being - my life - are in perfect view!
Icy treasures cannot hide the hints of Spring in the first dandelion.
Can all the secrets of the Universe be held in two such vessels, so exquisitely small?