Through the Eyes of a Psychic

I invite you in, through the lens, of my perception: my eyes, leaking tears, shed like watercolour-paint-blotches upon my cheeks, and skin, crinkled with the weight of age and all I’ve seen through lifetimes. Think again, I’ll ask before you come in: just a warning, for I wonder how you might cope to observe, firstContinue reading “Through the Eyes of a Psychic”

The Vortex

Emerald calling upon my Calypso blood is draining, pulling me to the black centre of the Earth’s dying core But though I’ve stumbled I will rise with the power of the Moon filled with her eternal flame undying lunar fire And so our wounds shall heal as the darkness melts into its shadow dance entwiningContinue reading “The Vortex”