I Am

I Am

I Am Shameet

I Am The Immortal Beloved

I Am Vexie

I Am Vittoria

I Am


A million pieces…


… And when it shatters once again, let the pieces fall, for they fall with determined purpose into the dazzling womb of your soul. Each fragment painted with the Light of ten thousand sun’s, reflecting within itself colours that are yet to be born; to light a path that can only be lit by the magnificent shattering of your heart. – Always yours, your immortal Beloved.

… And the Moon…

See how the moon sits, half drunken rising like the night sun, as if unveiling the day that shines like night within your soul.

And just yonder, not even an eyes breath away I can smell the salt of the Ocean washing over my lungs. How I imagine this mischievous Moon dancing through the sparkling of that playful ocean, caught in a moment of Love that cannot be defined. – A

I miss you, my dearest Immortal Beloved.

Charlie, Charlie

Hello my Munana King,

I thought we could do with a good laugh, together.  Enjoy!

PS: Have I told you lately how damn much I miss you!!!  What I wouldn’t give to be lying in bed, watching this video with you by my side, whilst we laugh till our sides hurt and tears pour down our cheeks.  Ah, the good ol’ days!


Come To Me

My Dearest Beloved

If I had you by my side I would want to live forever
Should I meet you in my dreams, I shalt never awaken

I Love You, deeply, truly, madly.

Dreaming of You


Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Christina Georgina Rossetti


In this Silence…

In silence the worlds have drifted through me, the ages of time ebbing and flowing, weaving dreams from the Hearts  of Lovers.

and on this spindle there sits my soul. Each thread of me woven by the hands of the Beloved. The sacred blood that drips from her  colours my soul with a passion that is found in every human heart. Ssshhh and listen to this beating heart, it calls out to intoxicate your soul with Joy. ~ A