From A Secret Place
From A Secret Place, pt. 8When at last Jubee stumbled out of the forest and back into the Temples clearing, her path determined almost entirely by blind instinct, her feet were a painful, bloody mess, and her face was transfigured by dirt and tears.
From A Secret Place, pt. 7The dream was cold, and blue, and devoid of form.
From A Secret Place, Pt. 6When they finally reached the Temple, both Philo and Jubee were exhausted. Few words had passed between them as they made their way back up the mountain, and Jubee sensed that Philo was still preoccupied with thoughts of the days events.
From A Secret Place, Pt. 4Philo turned and walked towards the eidolon, and Jubee followed close behind. She knew that Philo was hurt, and that had not been her intention. Nevertheless, now was not the time for such things.
Moon Drop, Pt. 2Faeries are mysterious and magikal beings, and they come into the world by mysterious and magikal means, often at once possessed of both instinct and intelligence. They are also often born alone, and so it is that they are properly endowed for survival.
Moon Drop, Part 8 - The EndAs the sky began to lighten on the fourth night of the water-faerie's life, she and her and new companion, the fox, set out to find a suitable place for the both of them to rest. It did not take long, for nestled in the dark, hidden vaults of the cyclopean forest, there were still many places where the rain had gathered and had yet been sheltered enough from the light of the sun to avoid its evaporative powers.
Moon Drop, Part 7Stepping closer, that which had been nothing more than a pair of ghostly eyes slowly coalesced into a looming black shadow. Now the water-faerie could see something of its shape, but still could not identify the creature.
Moon Drop, Part 6When the little water-faery opened her eyes on the following night, the first thing she saw was the light of the fireflies, for they had gathered all about the leaf in which she rested and were hovering silently, watching her as she slept.
L. L. t. a Musician pt. 2Outside the air is crisp with the first shy kiss of winter, but, save for the bittersweet longing which you have stirred in my heart, I am both warm and content.
L. L. t. a MusicianI can see you now, at your old care-worn desk, as you write to me.
L. L. t. a Musician pt. 3Today, as I read your letter, I am sitting alone in the garden.
The Fox Diary
The Fox Diary, Pt. 10'Earth beneath my feet, running
The Fox Diary, Pt. 11And it is not remiss,
The Fox Diary, Pt. 8The water is cool and crisp, the taste of it, pure and invigorating. I can even smell it, the air around me permeated with mist from gentle falls just a little way down the stream. Like music, the sound of the water tumbling almost playfully over well-worn stones and splashing at the base of the falls comes to me as tiny rippling notes in an uneven melody. The crickets and a soft breeze in the reeds on the other shore provide a subtle accompaniment, occasionally sabotaged by the pleasantly spontanteous counterpoint of laughter from tiny water-faeries who live in the reeds.
The Fox Diary, Pt. 7This evening, as I sit atop the stone behind my den, which is still warm from the attentions of the passing days sun, as I look out over the mountains in the east and see the first stars appear in the gloaming there, I am thinking about the dream that has come to me.
Night in the ZoneOutside the rain is falling again in an inexorable clash of earth and sky. Slate-grey clouds race through the darkness above, while below, the hard red clay is dissolving into slowly flowing rivers of blood.
FoxWhat I see in fox is the spirit of the wilderness. What I see in the wilderness is God's creation as it was intended to be. The beauty of that creation is ever changing and yet unchanging. It is a face which expresses all things, but it is always the same face.
Poetry and Lyrics
Beneath the StarsIn the exodus of darkness
RebornThe silver moon triumphs
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