Masked in alabaster pale and hallow
we look in ways that shatter superstition...

This is the end
for ever my friend...

Truly begotten of gods own heart
the son the reason for an ever doting smile...

I see
i see through things that aught not be said...

Winter breathes across the world
covering me in softness...

WAXING and waning flowing from full to black and...

Something gentle
a brush in contrast...

My dogs a manic depressive just like me
she sits and looks out the window...

A vast unmeasurable
prostrate in humiliation...

Saturated heart of indistinct proportion
entranced by the dignity of love unfolding...

In trailing hem
the slightest hint of the divine...

Words are made then used in phrase
Created and shaped to fit each purpose...