On His Voice

In my dream I heard a voice over the waters;
deep, like thunder 
in the dark sky.


It was powerful 
yet majestic,
it broke to pieces, the oaks and cedars
of the Eastern deciduous forest.


It woke me and I lept from my bed, and 
it captivated me with hot flashes in the sky. 
I heard the voice again, this time it shook
all the hanging picture frames.


When finally, I gathered enough
courage to lift my covers 
I noticed the trees had been twisted clean
and my walls stripped bare. 

Armén Rotch Reliefs

I can't believe they are all tea bags--makes me so happy!
Link to Rotch's blog =]
"The teabag insignificant and signified a resurgence of traces of rusty an intimate wet and tired..."

Honey Bee

This song is a new favorite.
By Zee Avi
Thank you Evangeline for introducing it to me =]
<3

Old Suitcases

     


I found this on AdelynSTONE's Blog: Redecorating by repurposing (Amazing!)
I needed to share this.