take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and twenty eight degrees: ‘a bridge of sighs…’

The Last Beat of My Heart ~ DeVotchKa

one hundred and twenty eight

Within, this rusted outline. Rich contours, scarred scarlet. Blood drum, beating. Blue. Dream’s avatar, once removed. Returns, to stay. Oh patterned, replay. Push, repeat. Our ancient, story. For you, pull. Slip into, sleep. To thread, magic. Cords, that bind. This endless, aching. Knot. You looped, forever. In, me.


How in the world can I wish for this…

5 comments on “one hundred and twenty eight degrees: ‘a bridge of sighs…’

  1. countingducks
    February 6, 2013

    Wow. That is amazing.

    • circulartree
      February 6, 2013

      One of *those* moments. Had planned to just use the heart as an outline for the tree. But along came Maximus, the embodiment of curiosity and made the composition something special. Big love for my muse! Worth his weigh in cat food *wink*

  2. Morrighan
    February 6, 2013

    hi there! i have nominated you for the liebster award!!http://wp.me/p2GxHb-1I0

    • circulartree
      February 6, 2013

      Dear Morrighan, thank you SO much! Such an honour… have a little backlog to work through but as soon as it’s up, I’ll let you know. much love and heathen joy back to you and your familiar, Bx

      • Morrighan
        February 6, 2013

        lol 🙂 heathen joy and much love to you! i’m behind in my posts also so i understand.

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