Dreaming Reality

The power to create lies within you

Category: Bees

  • Golden/Poetry/Photography

    Golden/Poetry/Photography

      Pure delight- veil of oblivion obscures the world of curious eyes, no more you and me, we blend as one in ecstatic golden euphoria that numbs the senses shatters my defenses, soul laid bare and barely aware of time, our enemy and friend and thus we pretend we are are its master as it…

  • More…#photography

    More…#photography

      More   I gave you all that pain allowed, wiped every tear and thusly vowed to keep my tender heart confined, the unseen chains that I designed were all that would embrace me, enfold, protect, encase me. And yet, somewhere within this cell there lies the deepest, hopeful well of adoration, inclination, burning, churning,…

  • Hidden

    Hidden

    Once upon a time…..     In the middle of a noisy, bustling and crowded metropolis, lay a hidden kingdom.  Behind the gates and beyond the woods, in the shadows of the stone garden, a princess was locked into dreamless sleep under the watchful eyes of a fiercely magnificent dragon…..     Meanwhile, beneath the…

  • Make Every Day #EarthDay

    Make Every Day #EarthDay

    Please be kind to Mother Earth’s gifts. In spite of what you may have heard, most are irreplaceable. Make every Day Earth Day. PS Happy Birthday to our own little Earth Child. 😘

  • Bubbles and Bees

    Bubbles and Bees

    I hope everyone has had a peaceful and love filled holiday. Ours certainly has been. The world outside is a buzzin’ with life now that the temps are rising and the rain has been falling; but this weekend was beautiful and mild, making for long outdoor intervals. For us, it is always the highlight of…

  • Hanging Around/Photography

    Hanging Around/Photography

      The empty air between us seems so thick, so distant, as in dreams. Memory fades to hazy view, framed in melancholy hue. Razor’s edge once cut so deep now rusts in pools of tears I weep. I wept-no more-the well is dry, the burden gone, with wings I fly, no more bemoan what might…

  • Passion or Pain/#SoCS

      Passion or pain, tell me again why I surrender without a thought of what I ought to expect, no regret, for blood runs hot and soon is forgot the sting of sorrow left for tomorrow when ‘ere you are gone leaving me here alone with naught but a glint and the sultry scent of…