The Beauty of Mortality

A further collection of prose poems.

A star-crossed tale

In subtle moonlight I gaze upon the ripe curves of my desires yet dare not dream, dare not touch.

Cauldron of Rainbows

In the womb of dreams, I create new things. Flitting butterflies, deviant dryads, totems that burn beneath a starless night sky

To Touch Mortality

To touch mortality, to explore it with splayed fingers and to find it lacking. How can this be?

Untethered Melody

Come and dream the endless dream, where night is day and day is dream and dream, she is a dancer.