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