The eternal story of immortal lovers created to love one another through time.

This poem is dedicated to the flower Anemone…

This is an elegy to the flower aster which means’star’ in Latin…

What the night brings.

Evening came slowly.

Even before he spoke she could feel him stood behind her and then turned to gaze into his still beautiful blue eyes, although now they seemed a little cloudier than she recalled and his hair although as thick as ever was not quite grey. He also seemed smaller somehow, not the large powerful man who had wrapped his arms around her.

O Pnthy path you worry?

How cruel was that autumn.

Your own personal wishing well…with consenquences…

My Refuge describes a person that thrives at night or in the dark because they feel hidden from the world. They feel safe in this dark existence because they haven’t allowed themselves to really be seen for who they are.