The psalm of little things
There is no simple song to love. / It is full of everything. / It is the psalm of little things; / the touch, the word, the look. / It is the ode of exaltation, / it is the lament, it is the despair. / It is filled with every grief. / It is a sadness sung from nowhere. / It is the hymn of hope, / it is for him, it is for her. / It is the air that each one breathes, / it is centre, edge, beginning, end. / It is everything our small hearts need. / It is the rise and fall of all who ever loved, and then / it is more than diamond, ruby, pearl, / it is more than a rule, a place, a prayer. / It is the song / that is sungfull of everything, everywhere.
Sagas and longtales
So many words he said with his eyes. / So many words no-one knew had ever existed. / Out of those darknesses the eulogy of endless desire. / Out of those softnesses sagas and longtales. /
Out of earth colours, an odyssey of islands. / Out of pinpoints of light, valleys and cities, / exquisitely described. / Everything he could imagine was in his eyes.
I stitch your wounds
Nobody knows how much you love me. / You armour our love against the world. / I stitch your wounds. / You know the years our love has travelled. / I place milestones along the inches. / You say there is no last season to our love / so I lay out winter as another beginning. / You declare our love openly in gesture, in word. / I remember all the secret moments. / You say to the world how much you love me. / In each heartbeat all of my love is given. / Nobody knows how much I love you.
Water Shows the Hiden Heart a forthcoming exhibition in the Art of the Valley Gallery during The Loxian Games.
"..he looks into the eyes of the water and sees his own eyes, looking. They reflect everything, these waters, even the hidden heart." There are two cities that carry the name The City of Constellations. The first is in the heights and is the home of the Loxians, the astronomers, the starkeepers. The second is in the valley and is the home of the Valley-dwellers, the scribes, the myth-minders. Both these peoples want to know their place within the night, they want to know they are not alone.