Man With The Coiled Beard

He sits on a chair as old as time itself – a throne? could be. Surveying the world through liquorice eyes blinking away the visions of being caught between this world and the next. Blinking away a tear as the tragedy in all its grimness emerges a tarnished, disturbed earth Could be so perfect… Another

The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set