heavens will never accept you...you knew that, taking marks ...like the withered branchbelieved only to the dark wonderswith a talent for Charon gave onelook on the giant Planet,you - the name in the book of deads - on fields......

The written Word is dying...And embodied Love brings the redemption...Crucified Word, breaking as bread,and in the resurrection raised from the earth,but the Spirit will remind His every breath...O, where is my Love?In His gardens...

Playing under Niri mountain on the golden sand of times growing goldencurled sirin on mothers milk. He is bright by mind and Spirit, he loved by valleys and by mountain, fog is like angels wings lies like a crown on...