When the moon hangs out with the sun as night has melted away and winter’s mad grip is broken and we resuscitate Joveus, the god…
When the moon hangs out with the sun as night has melted away and winter’s mad grip is broken and we resuscitate Joveus, the god…
Can you tell me the origin of the moon? Particles of the universe colliding when Time lifted his heavy hand and blotted out the sun.…
I want to live in a sky painted with frosted waves just under the moon within reach of stars beyond all that is human where…
After sunset when evening shadows begin inching toward dark in dusky, amethyst hues the flames of a burning sun diminishing, cosmic splendor is born anew…
The wrath is upon us magnificent storm thunder roll, crash sky lights in the night cyclone racing thoughts rain pelting cosmos belting hail blanketing fast…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…
The harvest moon rose in glory against a painted sky and all that mattered was a moment of she an I Oblivious I was at…