Heads Will Roll

Over a deep black part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself, were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it, even in the daytime; but occasioned a fearful darkness at night. This was one of the favorite haunts of the headless horseman; and the place where he was most frequently encountered. from: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Portal [For Mary]

For always in my thought and my heart….
Pretty small princess, with the porcelain dye,
With your feet I deposit these worms, this poem,written with my heart….
Can these words love heat your body,
Your heart, for always, their burning flames.

Just My Imagination

I suppose this harkens to John Lennon some how, one can never know what was running thru the mind of the creator at the juncture of colored duct tape and artistry….but it made me think of this… Just my imagination running away with me, well it just my imagination running away with me….
Rolling Stones