Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Dream-Land ~ Edgar Allen Poe

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have reached these lands but newly
    From an ultimate dim Thule --
    From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
          Out of SPACE -- out of TIME.

    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
    With forms that no man can discover
    For the dews that drip all over;
    Mountains toppling evermore
    Into seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters -- lone and dead, --
    Their still waters -- still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.

    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead, --
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily, --
    By the mountains -- near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --
    By the grey woods, -- by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp, --
    By the dismal tarns and pools
            Where dwell the Ghouls, --
    By each spot the most unholy --
    In each nook most melancholy, --
    There the traveller meets aghast
    Sheeted Memories of the Past --
    Shrouded forms that start and sigh
    As they pass the wanderer by --
    White-robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.

    For the heart whose woes are legion
    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region --
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'Tis -- oh 'tis an Eldorado!
    But the traveller, travelling through it,
    May not -- dare not openly view it;
    Never its mysteries are exposed
    To the weak human eye unclosed;
    So wills its King, who hath forbid
    The uplifting of the fringed lid;
    And thus the sad Soul that here passes
    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wandered home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thule.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

A friend of mine recently introduced me to this fantastic artisan perfume company, Black Phoenix Alchemy LabTheir perfume oils are very high quality, mixed to order, and smell amazing!  Do yourself a favor and check them out....

Saturday, November 17, 2012

color at night...

Rich, saturated colors come into their own at night, illuminated by candles and soft lighting...




Saturday, October 6, 2012

Imagine having the opportunity to sit at a glorious desk like this one?  If this wouldn't resurrect the dying art of letter-writing, nothing would!
photo credit:  Vogue

Monday, September 3, 2012

Euphoria Lucid Dreams

Just discovered this mixed-media artist on Etsy; I love her work!  Click here to visit her shop.



Friday, August 24, 2012

Portals...

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 "What are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?" ~Walt Whitman