Sunlight-Colored Roses

A sanctuary for dreams and shadows

  • White as Snow

    I dreamed of darkness and dreamed of you in my snow-bound sleep Awakened with a kiss my eyes flew wide, my lips red as blood warmed by your touch. You stole me away to a place where the wind in the trees moaned like the restless dead, where spiders plotted my death in the dooryard… Continue reading

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  • “You must let me go,” she said. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders and shivered. “I cannot do that,” he growled through the glass, his features contorted. She knew he felt as cold and dreadful as she did. She touched the glass as though to reach the features of his face, which… Continue reading

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  • In a high, dilapidated tower she waited, as old as time. Her long pale hair was spread around her on the pillow, glimmering like dark gold in the moonlight. She wore an old gown which was tattered and stained with age, though the hands which lay on the bed, encircled in tattered ruffles, were pale… Continue reading

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  • A Whiter Shade of Pale

    Procol Harum We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later as the miller… Continue reading

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  • Sunday Morning

    Wallace Stevens 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the dark Encroachment of that old catastrophe, As a calm darkens among water-lights.… Continue reading

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  • First entry

    Today, creating a journal to work through my writing ideas. I want to write something like I’ve never read, and that can be difficult. In procrastinating I have been exploring much of the web and visiting the home pages of authors, etc. that I enjoy. I find nothing better sometimes than to read someone else’s… Continue reading