The Rune

Runes • Art • The Rune
Love, Butterfly Candlelight At Home by Your Side Box of Love To Stephanie Loving You Ménage À Trois Inspiration Photograph Cast Into Infinity Why Do You Love Me? Screams Inside Out The Rune Art Appreciation A Secret Within Wood Thrush Self-Sculpture To Poetry Untitleable To Reggae Overcome I Am a Tree Fate to Be at Sea Pattern Nature Family Gazebo Paradise Serengeti Terracaust Unnatural Mother-of-Pearl An Alternative Perspective Spiritual Nebula The Great Pyramids God Within Time, Precious Time Passage Within Arc of a Diver The Answer Within Keymap A Prayer Bonfire Community Incense Smoke Relaxation All Greatness A Strand		The Rune Each word falls like a tiny drop of rain, Meeting the page and joining in the art. It flows across the papery terrain, And into the boundless sea to impart. Just when I fear the drops will be for naught, I conceive readers traveling upstream, Eyeing the canyon that the years have brought, Breathing the rune that sustained the regime. A vision of faith to free each caress, Yielding formations beautiful and mere, Eroding rough edge to smoothened recess, And shaping silence forever to hear. And so this day I rain tear by tear, Knowing the rune doth transcend the year. < previous next >

Runes • Art • The Rune