November 14, 2003
She dances in darkness and hides from light. She is afraid of colours of the rainbow and comfortable in shadows of hidden corners. Out into the light she is forced to flea from the comforting demons of her mind, out to the clear glassed burning fires of sunlit dust, golden in movement of circling dreaming. He holds her close against him sheltering her from the stinging sun and she hides her head in his darkened chest, an escape in comfort. The shining sparkled gems on a watery flow hiding the fish beneath the crystal spark swimming between stones of shadows.