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Sunset

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drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea

her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow

whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World

brook

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be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

Olden Love

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another seasons of four
have we shar’d

be the fog
thicker

the sidewalks
more uneven

our thoughts
often lost in thought

yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces

Merry Christmas & A Happy 2020

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‘tis not but
“that time of the year again”
when memory needs
reminding—
be it shar’d for all seasons—
a whisper of the heart
on all humanity—
till is spun to a snowflake
the Sun’s golden cocoon
and she flies away
as night

clouds

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changelings
of Lower Heaven

who listen
to th’ eyes below

who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears

till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep

family time

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oft rival siblings
armistice at dinner time
classical felines

Winter

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polar mist
upon me descends

my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate

to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave

till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring

mystic dandelion

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be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

4 cameras

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enthrall’d this moment
by what we are capturing
while we are captur’d

vulture

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wings on waves of wind
silhouette circling the sun
dare my other eyes

one breath

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winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters

with ease or burden
matters not

so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails

so be our time fulfill’d

the way we were

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some said rebellion

so unsound for some of us

just another phase

farmer

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his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

Via Appia Antica

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since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

Aurora

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lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

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Tag Archives: photography

Sunset

drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea

her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow

whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World

brook

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

Olden Love

another seasons of four
have we shar’d

be the fog
thicker

the sidewalks
more uneven

our thoughts
often lost in thought

yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces

Merry Christmas & A Happy 2020

‘tis not but
“that time of the year again”
when memory needs
reminding—
be it shar’d for all seasons—
a whisper of the heart
on all humanity—
till is spun to a snowflake
the Sun’s golden cocoon
and she flies away
as night

clouds

changelings
of Lower Heaven

who listen
to th’ eyes below

who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears

till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep

family time

oft rival siblings
armistice at dinner time
classical felines

Winter

polar mist
upon me descends

my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate

to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave

till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring

mystic dandelion

be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

4 cameras

enthrall’d this moment
by what we are capturing
while we are captur’d

vulture

wings on waves of wind
silhouette circling the sun
dare my other eyes

one breath

winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters

with ease or burden
matters not

so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails

so be our time fulfill’d

the way we were

some said rebellion

so unsound for some of us

just another phase

farmer

his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

Via Appia Antica

since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

Aurora

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

drifts Eventide across a narrowing hall of the Sea her own shadow her own reflection her own light to follow whose last cinder of breath will fall into dream o’er brink of the World

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be drawn our eyes to thy voice a caravan of seemingly diverse chatter but spellbinding to our sanity with wondrous reverie

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another seasons of four have we shar’d be the fog thicker the sidewalks more uneven our thoughts often lost in thought yet whenever I feel the lifelines of thy fragile hand with mine ‘tis yesterday’s light I behold in that fairest of faces

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‘tis not but “that time of the year again” when memory needs reminding— be it shar’d for all seasons— a whisper of the heart on all humanity— till is spun to a snowflake the Sun’s golden cocoon and she flies away as night

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changelings of Lower Heaven who listen to th’ eyes below who speak sometimes in moody wisps sometimes in tears till as ghosts under the blue breath of Day or the chandeliers of Night they sleep

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oft rival siblings armistice at dinner time classical felines

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polar mist upon me descends my raiment to shed myself to slumber to hibernate to muse of the wonderscape outside my dream cave till on my brow comes knocking the breath of Spring

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be we but pollen feeding firm Emptiness knocking on Night’s sleeping doors to taste a Lifetime to aspire for Another even if Eternity be lore and beyond our reach? we’ll see or not

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enthrall’d this moment by what we are capturing while we are captur’d

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wings on waves of wind silhouette circling the sun dare my other eyes

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winds of gray unsure footings restless waters with ease or burden matters not so long as one voice harmonizes our sails so be our time fulfill’d

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some said rebellion

so unsound for some of us

just another phase

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his grandsire’s needs overtaken by today’s whose needs be overtaken by its own overBirth

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since Antiquity, Today, maybe Tomorrow, all roads still lead here

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lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love of refound Passion

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drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea

her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow

whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

another seasons of four
have we shar’d

be the fog
thicker

the sidewalks
more uneven

our thoughts
often lost in thought

yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces

‘tis not but
“that time of the year again”
when memory needs
reminding—
be it shar’d for all seasons—
a whisper of the heart
on all humanity—
till is spun to a snowflake
the Sun’s golden cocoon
and she flies away
as night

changelings
of Lower Heaven

who listen
to th’ eyes below

who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears

till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep

oft rival siblings
armistice at dinner time
classical felines

polar mist
upon me descends

my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate

to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave

till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring

be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

enthrall’d this moment
by what we are capturing
while we are captur’d

wings on waves of wind
silhouette circling the sun
dare my other eyes

winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters

with ease or burden
matters not

so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails

so be our time fulfill’d

his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion