So far away
in a dream of stars
shone a beloved face
reached for that hand
across empty space
could not span
the cloudy distance
before a rippling
disappearance
suddenly woke
still steeped in aching
found and lost in
dreams and waking
posted by MB at 9:29 AM
17 Comments:
cool, otherworldly image for this evanescent poem. i like the way the trees seem to be reaching as well.
I love this photograph, it captures night and the flash of awakening so well. A lot of longing in the poem, the way a dream fades before morning.
...still steeped in aching...
:(
Sigh...
Fantastic photograph to go with this poem. A perfect match!!
Quelle belle image !
Comme les voutes gothiques , elle aspire vers le haut .
Stunning photo...I love your words completely, but that photo knocks me over!
On my Adorama wish list is an infrared filter for my Nikon. I remember seeing some IR (film) color shots that did things like this years ago.
Thank you, always!
alan
i was captivated by this photo before i read the poem... and the words do it justice.
"steeped in aching" says it all for me
i dread (and revel in) those days
cheers
last evening looking out into the heavens, i saw the midnight blue, Ble, midnight, I smiled. And thought how could I capture this on film...
And here it is in this post. Perfect true and holy.
Thanks, all, for your comments.
A filagree of longing -- so fine.
(And wow, you've been busy!)
I love love love this photograph.
G.
Really, really beautiful-almost a lullaby
Lori, G., and Sue, thank you for your lovely comments.
lovely and so familiar. you are a poet heart.
"suddenly woke
still steeped in aching
found and lost in
dreams and waking"
I want always to remember this. Something you can't bear to remember, but can't bear to forget.
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