Friend’s Song

Crystalline in feel… but existing, no growing in an ever-expanding scape like garden world, swallowing galaxies into eternity.  They are like organic structures having sub-plot struts, building vortex energy into novels erecting connecting towers of intimacy.  As they play, they live.  The paradise exists…  Even in my mind, in part.  A place at least where magic still gives.

~ by aquitard on August 4, 2007.