A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light

Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
where the heart moves the stones…

there that my heart is longing for
Calling for,
for the love of you..

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust

then it draws me far away
deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky

darkness lays her crimson cloak
lamps will call, call me home

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light

Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones

Where the heart moves the stones there
that my heart is longing for All for,
for the love of you.

Mystic Dream – by Loreena McKennitt

This week we experience light snow nearly every day. Gently falling in little wisps of white, a perfect backdrop to stay inside where it is warm and sew.

I made this book using huge amounts of antique and vintage laces and old images (Regal and Royalty ladies) from Paper Whimsy. A vintage French rosary from a recent antique trip was also added in to add to the old world feel. Lots of hand beading too. I love to sew – but especially in the winter.

I hope you have a Blessed Sunday!