the heart is a hazy glow
of notorious disasters
and palpitations
midnight oil
a full moon on open water
in orange glow it transforms
to white translucency
a swan of waning desires
and lost experiences
oona's looking glass
We are faithful only to the imagination. What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth. Denise Levertov
oona's looking glass 
Stunning photographs. Stunning poem.