fizzylight home postcards pool of tears stories gallerIes VOID.blog mosaic titles little bird breadcrumbs passionfruit drowning rainbow lost in you clean be blue blood god mangled a wreath perhaps... is somebody keeping score? fading drunk my awakening the eye of the beholder of blood and water (song of the twice born) ...ion go go 2 go 3 little bird swooped down to me and i thought to blame an injured wing. a swallow, i think, for the first time I see- was i calling on you with a voice raised to sing? it was love that i saw in the crystal clear sea, and 'gainst the cold wind of sea shore it was love that warmed me. swallows are something of the spring, spring whispers of love as only need. the time has come, the message you bring, to plant and feed my only love's seed. little bird swooped down on me little bird you spoke to me little bird that flew away at the tree's first gentle sway. ©1995-2007 natasha dumas all writings are the intellectual property of natasha dumas unless otherwise specified. no part of the content of this website should be reproduced without express permission from the author. email natasha at her domain name.