Celtic Girl
Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes…
Hells Bad Dream
Fast we glided supernatural over black rippling black shiny crystals of an undulating mass. Hundreds of feet above appeared the black crystal mass frozen water thousands of feet deep where…
A World Unknown
The intolerable guests of a world unknown like cups and saucers upon a long table cloth. We exist for a time with self omnipresence in spans of what is called…
Wavelengths
Worried about the wavelengths, guests under the flames of the sun of millions, I am on the wrong radar. I am different, only a god in heaven knows if there…
Harmonisation
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree. To be as one, in mass to your eternal vibration in energy…