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Quote from: StayCreepy on 26 May, 2015 20:39The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins. It always wins because it is everywhere. It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun, and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.The darkness is truly always with us, wrapping us closely like a humid air or a lovers embrace. It slips away without a murmur in the dazzling flare of the conquering light yet in the very instant the light deserts its post, he is here again entwining my soul.Thank you for your lovely posts, I hope to see you again

Quote from: EquineAnn on 08 Sep, 2015 15:23I love your poems.Thank you, I haven't been around for a while, your message was a lovely surprise to arrive back to.  Welcome to Camelot 

Returning home! :-)

one of my favorite paintings

I figured I would stick with the movie theme 

Emotions galore!-you take me through pleasure at visitors to awe at the motages, from poignant images of care, to sensuality, to dreaminess to romance-sleep will be distant tonight with so much on my mind! :-)

Thank you!  The music for this turned out just how I wanted it.  It was composed by my previous coach, one day perhaps I'll find a way to record it and post.

Free SpiritsIn his eyes I see a child at play,Hunting dragons on a Summer’s day.Clutching rainbows in the palm of his hand, He makes his stand.Jewels scattered throughout a patchwork land,Fireflies of light in the velvet night,A blazing torch from a dream-touched eye,Free spirits shine.[chorus]Horizons are wider, fires burn brighter,         Souls that are searching for something beyond,And the shores of Ithaca call them on,And the shores of Ithaca call them on.Drawn as a moth to a burning flame,         Pulled like the sea to the farthest shore,I believe in his quest, knowing he isBorn to fly high.His wings stretch out to the dawn’s first breeze.My heart soars with him in new found flight,The dragon is slain, glory is won,Dream realized.[bridge]The beauty of flight so wide and free,         Pierces my soul with steel destiny.The bird soaring high in the azure skyDoesn’t look down, leaves me behind.Horizons are wider, fires burn brighter,Souls that are searching for something beyond,And the shores of Ithaca call them on,And the shores of Ithaca call them on.