He Beseeches an Unearthly Vision
Not long. Not deep. Something for Ifyouplease to ponder in response to her question.
He Beseeches an Unearthly Vision
Fair is your face forever,
As a land of Spring and sun;
As a land of Autumn fire!
Come to me and heal
A land of Summer drought;
A land of Winter death!
Yes, death. The rest is beating around the bush. Eros exists in all seasons, a frigid queen or king, icily crowned lovers and their lovers and their lovers’ lovers.
Not sure what you’re saying here, young lady, but it sounds a little fierce and a lot more profound than my little scribble!
LOL
“young”
not fierce, passionate perhaps. it doesn’t happen often to be mentioned in the short description, if it is me you are referring to and if the question was about your Celtic feel.
is there something else that I must ponder? Thanks
You’re welcome and nothing else to ponder here.
Beautiful. We are the seasons, we are everything.
Alison x