Spiral of Divinity

Another offering takes root in the Fields of Arbol, this courtesy of a maddeningly lovely photo by a UK photographer I only know as Lisa,
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Spiral of Divinity

she flowed away like dust in the rainwater.
like time always does and has and will,
flowing like dreams and blood and tears
lost forever to the grooves of the stone
and the West Winds' howl at night or light.
her beauty was not lost to the moment,
but in time it was but memory and a thin film
of silver or oil or ink on paper or canvas.
immortal, and still flowing, just slower, now.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Please note that some of the images that Lisa has in her portfolio are of an adult nature, not necesarily suitable for the kiddies.