Sunlight-Colored Roses

A sanctuary for dreams and shadows


mrs. shelley

  • I cross a line

    “You will find him at Dunkeld; gentle and tractable he wanders up the hills, and through the wood, or sits listening beside the waterfall. You may see him–his hair stuck with wild flowers–his eyes full of untraceable meaning–his voice broken–his person wasted to a shadow. He plucks flowers and weeds, and weaves chaplets of them, Continue reading