Contented he lies
His innocent eyes
Looking deeply into mine Continue reading→
The Fairy in the Forest
Light as a sigh,
before my eyes
Like a feather on the wind she flies Continue reading→
The Albatross (Through the Seer’s Eyes #5)
Through the star speckled night
‘Till the dawn’s naked light
A lone mariner watches the sea Continue reading→
Pacific Sunset
On a militant quest
Storm clouds in the West
Gather in ambush for the setting sun Continue reading→
The Old Oak Tree
Behind a cottage of stone, a sentinel alone
Stands the old oak tree Continue reading→
Animal Totems and Dream Cycles
The introduction of Esklavanet Belvaspata has raised a few new questions for me about ghosts and shadows found within dream cycles – does it work on them? Almine replies below. Continue reading→
Evening (Through the Seer’s Eyes)
Quiet and serene
In my evening routine
I come to bid the day goodbye Continue reading→
Through the Seer’s Eyes
Through the windows of the poet’s eyes, the preciousness of the Earth stands revealed; the irreplaceable worth of all her creatures becomes evident. Continue reading→
Catastrophe vs. Poetry
Why do you feel that poetry is relevant at this particular time? Continue reading→
The Window of the Night
In a hollow tree
The owlet awakes from sleep
And looks out through the window of the night Continue reading→