Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Winged Seeds








I have known love and love has won.
I burned my fingers on the sun.
I have known love and love has won.
I burned my fingers on the sun.

I've been imprisoned in the moon.
I've been imprisoned in the moon.

I have known love and love has won.

and I have learned what truth denies.

I drank the teardrops from her eyes.
I have learned what truth denies.
I drank the teardrops from her eyes.

and I surrendered much too soon.
I surrendered much too soon.

I have learned what truth denies.

I never heard the warning voice.

I never knew I had a choice.
I never heard the warning voice.
I never knew I had a choice.

so I never wanted to return.
I never wanted to return.

but I never heard the warning voice.
But I have sailed upon the boat

That flew when there was room to float.

And I drank out of the magic urn.

And I have slept inside the shade
encircled by the love we made.
And I have kissed the face of dreams.
And I have ridden on the glow
that warms the sky with a rainbow.
And I have waded in its golden streams.
And I have danced between the stars
with music sung by sweet guitars.
I've done some things that can't be done.
And I have smiled inside the storm
reaching higher to keep warm.
I've known love and love has won.
I burned my fingers on the sun

Sunday, December 19, 2010

kitsch goth faeries and hip modern faeries

















































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