Monday, May 5, 2014

Every little bit grows into .............dreams

I paint and draw...and things grow....from in.... from out......like teeth or branches. Tip toeing threw gardens barefoot  across skies......... they are feathers in the wind tasting sun light. Warming parts of me I didn't know I could feel. It is my Lady Mab. All covers reached in blinks and breathes. It becomes a she again and she is the motion in the corner of eyes when nothing else is moving....perfect and heart stopping ..........stillness is death and death leaves to many scars............inside is a road map and travelers are not always welcome....