Through rising tidesand falling stars,through picture-booksand moonbeams:A voice which travels from afarand reaches me in dreams. The muse of all the earth and sky,the ark of ancient wisdom, captured in clouds which drift on byto sleep beneath my bosom. Bluest of bluesin all the worldI had not yet imaginedany such hues, so bright, so boldindelibly ink-stained. Dream... Continue Reading →
