Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

Angel Wings

We are all angels with but one wing, and only by embracing each other can we fly.

Hello my friends, and thankyou for visiting my page!!! Some of my loves include ballet, gymnastics, angels, poetry, Shakespeare, music, animals, and goth. I hope you find something of your intrest here.

Art in the Form of Words.

Night Ride Across the Caucasus

There are visions, there are memories There are echoes of thundering hooves There are fires, there is laughter There's the sound of a thousand doves

In the velvet of the darkness By the silhouette of silent trees They are watching, they are waiting They are witnessing life's mysteries

Cascading stars on the slumbering hills They are dancing as far as the sea Riding o'er the land, you can feel its gentle hand Leading on to its destiny

Take me with you on this journey Where the boundaries of time are now tossed In cathedrals of the forest In the words of the toungues now lost

Find the Answers, ask the questions Find the roots of an ancient tree Take me dancing, take me singing I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea

"Once you have tasted the secrets, you will have a strong desire to understand them."

"Listening causes me to find the existence of truth behind the veil."

Tommorow, and tommorow, and tommorow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Come gentle night, come loving black browed night, Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine....