So much of it is still my own fault.....
Back on track, I'm still working through my old crap, so that will have to do for now, though the vast majority of the photos are contemporary....
Circles.
On the edge of the
circle, lie the signs,
The Sword of Valour,
the Crown of Justice,
The others sparkle, in
the dew.
Pain and remembrance,
never in vain,
Hallowed groves of
ancient loving,
The spinning globe
underfoot, the arcing skies...
Dancing to a tune from
the minstrel's pipe,
The dead-wood shaped,
in me, forever.
Black eyes, black
heart, black sheep and now...?
The wise man turns and
knows,
The children ignore the
green,
Seven score warriors
from the isle of the free,
Dancing like fireflies
around a candle flame.
Mossy stones receive
skin,
Forever to be held
within.
Coldness and
discomfort, Hell and Fire,
Beelzebub touches me,
taunting and how,
The old man watches and
thinks.
A diamond breaks the
water's surface,
A ringlet of white
grown from heaven,
Behold me, don't reject
me,
I am here.
