Singing of the passage from death into eternal light, evening primroses alive in the dead of night. Echoing the sky above, evening primroses murmur their prayers into eternity. Like vigil candles lit in prayer for the living: ten evening primroses in the dead of night. If souls thrive like primroses at night..... will we ever have the chance to meet again? The primrose path of life! Is there a cedar grove of understanding as it curves into eternity? Chant how in death every soul finds the light, you sickly evening primroses now flowering so bright.
Monthly Archives: August 2014
Midnight Evening Primroses
Decaying Primrose Petals
Wilted Primrose
Evening Primrose Curling
Moonless Autumn Night
Wilting Evening Primrose
Rain Splattered Morning Glory
The summer rain! Morning glories on the fence have started bleeding over themselves.
A beautiful woman silently shouting the doubts of love: a rain splattered morning glory.
Sometimes her words still carry the pink ooze of a wronged heart..... a rain splattered morning glory.
Pangs but hope beaming through them; a rain splattered morning glory.