And how the heavens, they opened up Like arms of dazzling gold With our rain washed histories Well they do not need to be told Show me now, show me the arms aloft Every eye trained on a different star This magic Called out in the dark - SP [link]
Darkroom edit.
Daily Deviation
Given 2013-02-10
A disorienting sense of motion is the defining aspect of Eventide by *lostknightkg, a fine composition with a dark aesthetic of slipping time and form. (
Suggested by *Anemiasymptom and Featured by
^arctoa)