Member Rara Avis
In the winds of Cherokee song
This eve a hollow heart turns toward sky
Searching again for a twinkle in your eye
The one that will to "blue" say all is fine
All that was needed ... was just a little time
Messages of cherish resting in Luna's glow
Lighting a trust you had once come to know
Heart speaking out to put all the fears to rest
As you photograph words in front of the best
With all visions soaring above shores of peace
Yesterday's storms will falter in winds of release
An embrace of serenity massages tempo of wind
While wisps of words dance to the rhythm's bend
You already know my thoughts on this, but I did want to leave a little response to eloborate since the tides have now come into the fall and changed direction. Tis a cool current swimming in the blue this season, but the blue is still the blue that you had never seen before. Awesome pics btw. Who woulda thunk you could teach a moth how to click instead of cluck in nightime burn.
Seriously, I think this is one of your best and I do love to see you stretch.
"yet, I am at a loss, lacking voice.
I understand now, it is by choice."
That is why ya have a camera, it can talk without the waka waka wake!
"Time and again I am drawn here, returning
to where trees whisper the truths of the wind
and rocks keep the secrets of water."
geeeezz girlie !!! whatcha got in the raspberry tea? Trees whispering????? ( YA KNOW I taught how to hear that one) but the rocks keeping secrets ... well, ya talked them into that yourself.
"Their colors sustain me,
Their silence contains me,
all that's never said, will be
what explains me."
I knew there had to be an explanation somewhere, somehow, by someone, to explain how a moth could type. I can't wait to hear it either.
Who knows the same wind you ride in your wake of release baby?