Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Purple shadows tell of dawn Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers The cedars chanting vespers to the sea
Purple shadows tell of dawn Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers The cedars chanting vespers to the sea
Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping. As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play The suns red pulses beat
Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping. As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play The suns red pulses beat
What of the days when we two dreamed together      Days marvellously fair. Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying The rocks give shelter that the sands deny All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets
What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvellously fair. Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying The rocks give shelter that the sands deny All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets
The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The Two Sisters
The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The Two Sisters