Lilac Sky

Gone are the fraying wings rimming the plain. And between stone and sky
vertical risings clothed in climates
crown cast their lilac visions.

The Dancer
without a Gown

They called her mad,' it’s said, that girl who was so wildly bred. And yet, there is a passion within her dance.

Pilot to Co-Pilot

Birth

Deluded Blue

Resurrection

Spanish Sisters

That Voice

Desires Fervor

All That is mine, Dreams

Silver Mood

Origin

Hope

Pursuit of a Vision

Emerald Haired Beauty

Neither swaying trees, nor a glimpse of sky, or mornings blush, but absence: a wet dress, set on a silver stand; this is the memory of hands separated from home and face: and the home is a face, the tree a voice and the dress a sky washed of its clouds.

Aged Beauty

Love Ablaze

The Seer

Darwin’s Messenger

Progression

Gold