Somewhere out there, somewhere in here, there is a place where the dreamers go when the dreams need to be found, when they have left and Psyche sits like Narcissus gazing in a dark pool in an old place ... on the edge of silence. Where there are no words.
In Absentia - Waiting for a voice that speaks to my soul In these dark silent nights when the dreams fly wild… - December 5, 2008
Dum spiro, spero ... - Lips pressed against mine. Returning from the darkness. Distant voices. 'Is he breathing?' 'I th… - November 6, 2008
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