I burn
For you always...

The best gift is receiving a book. Not new or old...
Willow d Rivers...

Her elegant frame stole my sight
A glamour of golden hues in deepest night...

Cinnamon swirls like Smokey tendrils
Spiralling ' round the cauldron...

Born free
I was raised to believe...

Polarity at play
We open a window...

In the event
That I shouldn't recover...

Thokoza!
I shout to you all Rejoice...

Ego, spirit, heart and soul
merge as one in the stillness...

I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...