Maps of the emotions.

The streams of love.

And torrents of aches.

Love-on-Tyne and Pain's ocean meet.

Flowing to the sea, turning to rain to come back down again.

Maps of the imagination.

One dream scape, a rainbow haloed stag on a distant crag.

Another the diaphanous dress of a flying woman.

Far below the iron gates of a violet, dawn swept park.

Or spires against the billowing rain clouds of a sun tinted April sky.

Rivers of thought.

And mountains of molehills.