Poetry, short stories revealing mystical inner emotions flowing through our veins - then cascading over the oceans of our time and spaces. Dreams are like the old stories where wolves are seekers always running, and women carry fire in their bare hands and light the dark paths before them. Old stories hold that the birds will fly all the miles of the world to tell your secrets to the rising moon, and men will walk over oceans of ice to find one truth. WINTER'S GHOST Autumn moon incautious in the dark river Winter's ghost walks with a covered face and silver bones wait in all animals to be bone cloth upon her shoulder wait for her happiness in that they are silver THE ORACLE'S MIRROR The oracle's mirror waiting for the Earth to unveil her The wolf's howl over snow The quiet place inside you - the vast knowing of the soul THE FIRES OF NIGHT The fires of night through distance dance ghosts who still know how to sing AN ANCIENT SUN Drink in the heat of an ancient sun held in the cold fire of water rising from earth and rock Spilling over your cupped hands and drawn to lips and tongue Pouring water's memory of the azure mist it fell from into the chalice of your flesh Turning your eyes skywards with desire for the freedom it was born of