| "And I sing the song of my people, I sing of the Nordic blood that is flowing in my veins, but I sing also of those that befriend us when first my ancestors came and we absorbed them as they absorbed us. Thus I sing the Song of the New Moon of the Iroquois, let it come with all of her glory and may the Walkers of the Shadows revel in her glory." Katarina Elizabeth |


My Plea to My Love, My LifeWords, mere syllables sighed out through lips Capture us in ways that even the most skilled hunter by him let slip They tell us of passion, of desire and of love, then they slay us with The way that they cease to come at all, oh how terrible is the knife's width That slices a heart, scars a soul and a spirit does split Do they not know that there be nothing but death that they gift? Words, mere syllables screamed out in the silence of no reply To a pleading voice whispering words of desperation upon a phone line Does not the one that receives them know that the very sound of each vowel IsMy Plea to My Love, My Life


The Mystical Isles - Prelude Tis true I let step linger to long, to long on Tuatha soils, and now what I see, ach it breaks my heart into two, for as the land is so am I, I am the Isles, now is the time of me callin'. Down from parapet I go, into a chamber to shed silks soft and satins elven woven, lay I then upon me bed, and then to a chest I turn my head. A hand delicate, with skin like porcelain fineness is but a representation of my entirety reaches for the lid of the chest and raises it to its full height.The Mystical Isles - Prelude
A smile begins, like the song of pan would in a meadow at twilight, soft at first, then more b


Kaylia's LamentCast I now these emerald eyes out upon such once wondrous moors Moors that moved as gently as satin with colors upon them embroidered Mists rise gently like a baby's breath in the early morning hours And bathe the seacoasts in their gentle sighs oh so blessed was this coastline ours. Hills rise like the giants that still live to heights with their heads in clouds To have their heads serenely and most splendidly crowned in such prismatic shrouds Oh how I feel the wind in my soul, as it moves from flower to flower Plucking from it the scent of one to combine with the scent of the other Then carrieKaylia's Lament
![]() done by Andre for me Done for Vic by Andre ![]() Done by Andre for a Brother and Lent to me ![]() A Tribute To A Ballerina That Still Flies Done By Andre ![]() A Beautiful Gift To a Ballerina From a Beautiful Heart A Dedication to Marika Anastasia Romanski aka Katti Though this was not a dedication to me I can see a ballerina dancing between the planes of the drawing so easily, can you?katti ![]() This makes me want to fly! Wow! ![]() |
Sorry for taking so long to finally pay you a visit and for the "hit and run" but you are on my watch now so its onward and upwards lol.
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Dare to Dream, Dare to Fly, Dare to Be the Ever Chosen One to Touch the Sky...
On the Wings of a Dove Are We All Encaptured...
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And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
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L'humanité est à un croisement: un chemin mène au désespoir, l'autre à l'extinction totale. Espérons que nous aurons la sagesse de savoir choisir.
Woody Allen
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"I know who I am. I don't have to be like anyone else to find love. Because maybe... love could be hiding right beneath my feet. So I have to run and search for it. Never stop running. ♥"
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