Dare I Speak of Heaven?
“I said, This is sad. Bowing her head
on my shoulder, she sighed,
I’m sad too.”
“Dragonflies dart into the broth of night like incandescent angels. Who drinks of night establishes in himself the wide shape of uncertainty.”
"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"