You call me straight out of dreams and long forgotten tales to stumble in the dark toward hardwood and nails. And while the bite of winter nips at my nose, plays on my skin totally exposed; the flames in the sky turn dark to light hello daytime goodbye night.
Mesmerized by glistening water wave after wave I imagine you, wherever you maybe, doing the same; Both of us taking in all we can, before shades of gold slip into radiate reds and shiny diamonds leap from the sky.
You spot me across the water saying goodnight to the sun before I catch a glimpse of your round golden eye, peeking just above the treeline, clinging onto twilight while reflecting off the glassy water. I scramble to adjust my camera settings, a novice to night photography, take and retake until mosquitos find me as…
Beyond the gray is something remarkable, something lovely something breathtaking something worth sharing. It’s so captivating it won’t let you leave, always drawing you back for an another look, just one more time. At least that’s what I think as I stand here, having turned back more times that I can count each moment drawing…
Golden are these moments with you as the sun drops beyond earth, composing hues and silhouettes of great measure. Savoring every detail, I become lost in the wonderment of captivated, lost in color and movement, lost in golden.
Once able to stand firm in the foundation of shifting sands, gale force winds, rushing water, and winter Now, mangled atop fresh laden snow, basking in the sun, and casting shadows Totally wrecked, yet beautifully abstract
Changing seasons ruminate in my captivated mind, trying to digest the timeliness of spring and then summer, when I can ditch the shoes and darn the barefoot on the seashore soaking in the sun. And while wave after wave rushes to shore, I will wish for those moments to never end.
Your light breathes life into my sleepy body as my pulse becomes quicken; eager to get to the water’s edge to capture all that you illuminate. Right here, I linger long into the blue and golden horizon, sitting upon rocks, running my fingers lightly across the glassy water, making small ripples, and savoring a moment….
We lose ourselves deep into the blur of nature. lost finding lost for the king prize of reflections amongst twisting trails, shadows, leaves, and winter’s thaw.
You speak in words I cannot comprehend Your tongue a dialect I cannot translate But the way the sun defines you and how it dances light through you lets my imagination run wild, like an untamed animal.
If I must meet you atop dark frozen waters contorting my body like a game of twister while I tremble from the cold of winter, I will.
You fall from the sky so effortless, so simple. And while I stand behind double panes in my pajamas, contemplating my day ahead, I am filled with internal excitement and dread, as I watch you gather in a flurry, turning what was once green to white.