For Dori Hartley

..whom I love. Painter of angels, painter of the anima in men, painter of the night. Of the first Goths and she will be the last, no idle claim. Lover of darkness and light and all color between, the fire climbs in seven arches and bursts through seven stars, is visible across all worlds. A trans-universal entity trance-universal energy, do you sense her in the aether? Do you nort know of her see-ing?
This is my friend, my blessed friend, each of us in our cove of angels and lands out there, miraculously brought together. We never have asked why, we only know that it is so, there is work to do, together and apart...like finding a home on an asteroid between galaxies, do I believe this? it is so.
"Knowing that we're only immortal
For a limited time"
Geddy Lee yes the man spoke the truth at times
"For I am gifted, even in November
Rawest of seasons
With so huge a sense,
Of her nakedly worn magnificence,
That I forget cruelty, and past betrayal,
Careless where the next bright bolt may fall.
Robert Graves, "In Dedication." It is certainly November for me. But there is fire in my bones once again, and I am of a dead cert you are that fire.