

PorcelainWaterscapes litter the unspoken pretence of my own consciousness My waking mind is scattered amongst the shore with images of you As I walk the beach I select amongst them a photograph And your smiling face beckons me to sleepPorcelain
In my own self, deep within slumber's sleepy grasp, I can no longer deny That I am deeply, truly, madly in love with you The photograph follows me from the girl that everyone else sees My true body accepts it as a part of my own
And in a moment of pure euphoria We are bound together by the rhythmic beating of my own heart,
Pulsating underne


A Child Of Water - 1. 1.A Child Of Water - 1.
Water cascaded over the rocks in the stream. Bubbling. Flowing. A melody on its own. Swimming downstream, into the reeds and moss-covered rocks. The water was clear and crystal-like. Shinning as the light beamed upon its surface.
Surrounding the pool of water, at the end, pine trees towered, reaching to the heavens. Its overgrown branches clouded the light, keeping the earth shadowed and allowing the mist to snake its way through the trees, brushing over the animal life. The air, cold and thick, chocking the sounds of waking birds.
A figure stood on the edge of pool. Slowly she cast her naked


A Child Of Water - ProloguePrologue.A Child Of Water - Prologue
People say that dreaming is just another way of living. The way of the unconscious. Where we can visit those who we picture up, those we have lost and those who are so close to us that we can touch them. Its our other life.
Dreams are not all that they seem.
In the land of the dreaming, the ancestors speak of tales that they use to inspire the correct way of life. The way of the elements. They speak of the goddess and the gods. The Sacred. Of the Night Fox. The Sacred Owl. The All-knowing Panther. And the Eagle.
The ancestors speak of our inner self. Our true selves,
frozen
--
Thou Shalt Visit~
[link]
I'll be sure to favorite it there, then!
--
Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings,
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me...
- Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek, Blue October.
--
http://www.joelalejandro.com
--
Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings,
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me...
- Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek, Blue October.
--
http://www.joelalejandro.com
--
Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings,
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me...
- Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek, Blue October.
Previous Page123Next Page