Fly My Beloved.

Goodbye my beloved and good night.

I wish you well as your soul takes flight.

There nothing more of this world I can give you, only my love and prayers by candle light.

Fly into the light where memory holds bright and take heart my love;

a higher Love awaits you.



In the summer, just before it comes to it’s head; blows the gentlest of winds; so light and barely indetectable. Upon its breath, it carries the scent of Autumn. It tells us to prepare for the coming harvest and to be mindful of life’s fragile beauty. It tells to be in Love and hold it gently.
The circle within the circle. It’s inevitability, transiency and ineffable Beauty.


We are intertwined. This mercy-less and mercy-full dance of the ages. We are lovers. Forever entwined. The Muddied trampled Heart. Love endures. Love nerer dies. Love may remain silent witness for a while, then will rise again. Ever treading the Mill. Love is all, Love is without all. Love will concour all. The endless dance of submission and succession. Dance the dance of the wounded hearts.