done

I was laying my head on him and when I woke up we held each other and fell asleep together.
We never woke up together again.
Why does that even mean anything to me?

Dear 2011, I forgive you for starting out like you were just trying to copy 2010.
Because in one month you have really proven to me that things change and reminded me that I'm am too forgiving.
Some people are so full of darkness that they never realize it until they meet people who can stand like a tower while they are breaking down.
I am still the Sun, the Ocean, The Moon, and the Sky.
Sometimes you have to lose your way, to see, that you know this like the back of your hand. Close your eyes and Go.

Dream: Permission.

I was wearing a turquoise peacoat and walking through the path next to the cemetery, My hair was long and bright reddish orange, like a flame. Eva was standing in the middle of the path in just a light beige dress, her hair was down it was dark brown with blue highlights; she was shivering and saying she was cold. I opened my coat and wrapped it around both of us.
Inside the coat we were hugging eachother for warmth.
We were now in a field. A sickly skinny looking girl walked toward us, it was more as though she was half crawling and dragging herself, it was a really terrifying image.
She comes up and Eva holds on to me tighter. The sick girl sniffs us and keeps petting my hair.
She starts cutting it off, chunks, choppy, angrily.
Eva screams out to take her hair instead, the sick girl tears at Eva's hair pulling her hard, I hold her still as this creature chopped off her hair, lop-sided almost bald in patches, and it continues to start on mine. After it/she has taken all she wants she scampers into the dark wooded area, flaunting the stolen locks.
Eva cries and pets my face I whisper to her, "No one can put spells on us when they've been given permission."

This is eternal, and I am the fire. Trembling, though standing my ground. It is Time.

Sometimes I seek comfort in the Dark Voids because that is where I have learned to center myself most often. In the static depths when all else seems out of place.

Myself...

I am far from Alone...

Moved when encountering chance with others that are more in tune with their inner beings and souls than they will ever know how to channel.
You open your heart with your mind, and let others come and go as they please. Those who do not hold grudges; but understand that hurting is a part of learning. We tear our hearts out, heal ourselves, alone. A choreographed charade, since birth we've carried this pain, and in death we shall receive the same.
People who are real artists; know it's ability to heal and people that know; That 'I Love you', is an understatement for the way your loved ones can even express their feelings of appreciation toward you.
I am that feeling. The dream keeper, sun catcher, secret swept, Queen of seas, King of the lands, Child of Flame, and Tower where the wind echoes her secrets. I am he, she, you, me.
Strong awakening, laying under the shade, creeping in shadows, watching you smile, watching you cry. We all have our Book of Shadows. It is I who reads them. Feel the energy.
You get what you give.... and I am ten fold. Spirit of the seasons.

Mother May I...

I can't afford the Truth. So I seek what I can. Bits and fragments are absorbed and infused into my bloodstream. Are we just beginning? She held me at birth. When do we end? Will she hold me with the same love then? With all my mistakes in the light?

Full Moon Release- Leo

Dear Leo full moon. (feb 18th 2011)- I release the tension I have within myself, with my past in order to move forward with this future I am building. Keeping a steady hand.

Always falling in love with cascading stars.

Galaxy, I belong.

When I lose my way, I look up; you open my palms to show me our map.

Paper birds set Free into this wind.

Aim higher my dearest, this Life is just Target Practice.

And Today I shall recieve all my Little signs...

Don't Ignore Them. EVER.

Every key to every door, leads to a place where we are going, where we belong, and who we once were. Sometimes we need to look in retrospect and help our past meet our future, before we can travel forward. A journey? A pilgrimage?

Dear St. Valentine

I need someone to dance with right now.
Close.
With eyelashes that wrap around like invisible blankets made of the finest silk.
Mouths that cut like the sharpest of knives.
Somehow with our fingers intertwined we can create a shield.
Protect a sincerity that only this dance could know.

Once you leave the sky there is no turning back. A bird will always be a bird.

I watched the sparkling snow drift down like secrets that you whispered to me through the wind chimes. I heard your call.
Like a beacon I will travel through your light, for when the ocean engulfed us, I offered to house you.
Set sail, the gulls are out of sight and where we are headed, the Sun will never set.

Body Language.

The Winter morning suns will be my audience to healing.
Yearning for the Spring. We will awaken the sleeping Summer's sea.

frozen fingers scraping ice and snow, search for what was lost before winter's solstice.
Reaching permafrost layers my fingers are numb.
Soft green underneath finally emerging, we're halfway through... I step back. I am the last standing...
I have made it half way...

Ritual dance of flickering stars.
Show me. Show me.
The sun is ours.
Warm these bones, melt this marbled tender underneath.
Cities as orange as hot coils.
Touch this.
Blister so that we can Heal.