All the lands of the moors slept in a hazy fog....An Irish soul that finds no matter how young or old,, life comes full circle. As a young childs mind has no boundries or limits, it is still in the real world, for a while................

Opening the door to freedom. A way out, a way to a new .... life. A life I could finally take each breath in and savor.

As the seasons turned to a still and the reflections of the Romanov's faded through the broken ice. The people of Russia flowed with the winds as their tears became the rains. Realizing the loss was much greater than the War. Finding  a ghostly presents transending through time, helping them with the mistakes of the past.

Asia from the shores to the Siberian Mountain peeks..........Time.... in between a plain of enlightenment.......Looking into the brightest of all lights. Studying it closely.  Realizing the air was around me,  becoming a part of my suroundings. Becoming one with the element air.  The lightness lifting me from the sitting postion. Where my mind attached to the light..... from a source..... of greater light. ........ Leading me through an archway up stairways, as thresholds of light guided and became a part of my mind,  not body ....... leading the soul to .... enlightenment....

Listening as the rain fell, looking out the window as the wind beckoned. The notes lifted off the keys, filling the air.  Traveling through the ravines in the wind, following the streams, finding their way back home. As blurred visions rest on mirrored reflections, of seasons with memories in tears...........   

The igniting of the souls fighting for Freedom, where love guides through a lit flame within... Cleansing the spirit  pure through understanding in clarity, once guilded to it.............

How a mans strength exceeds the physical laws......becoming a path by lighting all the souls, the night under heavey fire, that bore withness to his real inner being..............

Water streamed from around the rocks, as the tears fell. Each one of the tears, were blurred visions, of a moment in in time.  For the two lovers in it. 

Looking at the water realizing  how the stream was much like my tears. An endless journey of destiny. Flowing naturally. A moment that does or doesn't cease

Pyramids casting sacrificial shadows on time. With the eyes watching from the peeks keeping all the souls in the winds. Letting them drift to the top through the skies......

As the seasons changed with the sun casting a path through the clouds, a whisper came upon her..... with a chill.....as the wind picked up and carried her away....... Becoming the greatest gift and sacrifice...........

Scotlands highlands cast upon the people a wrath and fury, giving them a chance to understand their mistakes. The embers faded with the cold. As the breath slowed, a loves strength fights the currents of emotions, that brings the seasons of the past, to an uncertain future. Crossing over the barriers to keep the union of two souls togther.  As the heart beat ceased, the seas tides turned, through a twist of fate. Sounding the bagpipes again .....

Seeing through the dark in to the rays of suns light......Listening to a casscading waterfall, as the stream trickled, leading to a magestic scene. All the shades of greens reflecting off the mirrored waters surface, where absract shadows inspire a vision to be saved, forever. 

A distorted reflection leaving an eched moment savored between the tame and the wild. The purest surroundings that are the deadliest to all within.....