Tonight the sky reminds me of the sea. The stars looks like grains of sand remembering the scattering of light and land. The clouds look like mother-of-pearl; blurred whites and grey rainbows. The moon looks like a celestial pearl; alone in the sea-sky.
No matter how soft your step or tender your touch; no matter how kind your words or hard your helmet – you are marching into the depth and darkness of despair. You are going where the rain is red and wounds are washed by weeping widows. (more…)