She was his North. ~ Mark Thompson
When his lips touched hers the sun wept for the first time, leaving a crust-laden scar across it’s face. A star now slowly dying, their star now in creation. ~ Mark Thompson
On this day when the fire god rises beginning it’s climb from slumbered dark, to float beyond horizon’s edge in distant peak of burning spark. Drench and bathe in that fiery orb and dare to dream and chase the globe. Take on the all your meant to be, Let fears release in passing strobe, Aware…
One day you will find a place, where everything makes sense and everything feels right. A place of absolute knowing; of total connectivity. It may be found in a moment of awe, in the pages of a book, in pursuits of passion, in the warmth of a smile. And you will know that place, like…
Is that the sun’s reflection on the moon tonight, or is it your light peering upon it? MT
On this day when the fire god rises and begins it’s climb from slumbered dark to float beyond horizon’s edge in distant peak of burning spark. Drench and bathe in that fiery orb And dare to dream and chase the globe. Take on the all your meant to be, Let fear release in passing strobe….
Mind exploding, Exotic drifting, Dreams entranced, Expanding BASS! Birds chirp Whilst soul progresses Sending vibrations Deep within. Feeling whole Whilst another bleeds A delightful pulse, an Audio-visual blend. Burnt to core, with Whole soul body bliss, I die again in your Abyss. Two beautifully eclectic minds. Thank you. MT
In this place of time stood still flows endless cascading change. Fed from above aeon-carved rocks chase streams whilst valleys form below. Falls roar with visible sound. Breathtakingly beautiful. Colours crisp, such puristic air. Crystals flow in sun-drenched dreams. MT https://500px.com/imagineunimagined/galleries/empress-falls