Sunday, June 27, 2010

on becoming

month by month,
things are losing
their hardness;
even my body now
lets the light through.
my spine is soft like wax
near the flame of the candle.
i dream...i dream.

-virginia woolf (1882-1941)


Rose - The Center of My Self said...

Beautiful! I love the "melty" quality of the art and how it suits the poem. Both make me feel relaxed and melty, too. :-D

Jennifer said...

I am so mesmerized...taken away by the beauty.

gypsy said...

Stacy, the color and design pull me in, just lovely!