Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
......
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
......
You are still
while everything else has moved on.
The light on your face
is from a sun
that no longer stands where it once did.
Your eyes do not blink,
but they hold something
I keep returning to.
......
You are still
while everything else has moved on.
The light on your face
is from a sun
that no longer stands where it once did.
Your eyes do not blink,
but they hold something
I keep returning to.
......
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
......
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
......