Flickering, poignant hand gestures,
joy in sensual eyes,
erupts from her passing…

will she survive, the coming storm,
the Breaking and Fall,
endure the eons,
a reminiscence of legend,
of the creation of freedom…


If Death will come, will we stay its course?

So unknown, so unspoken…. Yet….
a notion felt, among them
something amiss in the midst of heaven

shadows emerging…

Who will guard?
Who will keep the flame?

No words… just
glistening, sparks,
still remains…

such is the prophecy made


“Born out of song, soul & fire,
untouched, vibrant, eternal, true,
such fate, a throng may acquire,
of sate defiant, made whole, anew.”