I move through the shores of my soul,ever thoughtful of old lingering loves. The torches on backstreets still burn there, fires that beckon the poor weary one. Come now, fair traveler to my hearth, And warm yourself next to the blaze. I have prepared a grand feast, now before you, to quench the deep hunger you have. Gently I seek the soft covering of velvety passion and love, hidden beneath layers of memories which reveal themselves in your breath. I move through the shores of my soul, where the memory of you ever rests. I delight in the fragrance of words now stored in the depths of my mind. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™