Occasionally I write...things pop into my head and begin to make sense. And if I'm lucky enough to be in a spot where I can write them down, I do. Sometimes they escape me and then it's too late. Moments pass and life happens til the next moment my muse flutters her wings....and blesses me.
There have been a many anniversaries of passed loved one's this week. Surgeries and sickness and even in the world these moments increase with fever and spread like wildfire. Sometimes we forget that we are spiritual beings having a human experience, so....I feel compelled to post a piece I wrote. One of my moments....hope you enjoy it.
Til We Turn To Dust~
There are those scars....that weep...
The wonder of those so deep...
When weakness falls you like blankets sleep...
And touch is painful butterflies on the silk of you...
Sewing your memories into a collage of colors faded by time...
And the soul's horizon is ablaze...
Fires rage....of stories untold...
Each forced breath heals wounds twofold....
When nothing cures the heart but hold...
And arms are their catalyst...
Entwining your vine with another...
Climbing to the sun like an Icarus plight....
Each thriving on the other's touch...
No wake to fold away from such...
Til our moments brilliance turns to dust....
By L'Oreal Knowles
And I'll leave with the fruits of today....two renditions of my work. On the right my daughter and on the left a photoshop piece of stock used with permission of Reine-Haru on Deviant Art.
Tomorrow....I'll do another shoot with sun flowers.....stay tuned! :)
There have been a many anniversaries of passed loved one's this week. Surgeries and sickness and even in the world these moments increase with fever and spread like wildfire. Sometimes we forget that we are spiritual beings having a human experience, so....I feel compelled to post a piece I wrote. One of my moments....hope you enjoy it.
Til We Turn To Dust~
There are those scars....that weep...
The wonder of those so deep...
When weakness falls you like blankets sleep...
And touch is painful butterflies on the silk of you...
Sewing your memories into a collage of colors faded by time...
And the soul's horizon is ablaze...
Fires rage....of stories untold...
Each forced breath heals wounds twofold....
When nothing cures the heart but hold...
And arms are their catalyst...
Entwining your vine with another...
Climbing to the sun like an Icarus plight....
Each thriving on the other's touch...
No wake to fold away from such...
Til our moments brilliance turns to dust....
By L'Oreal Knowles
And I'll leave with the fruits of today....two renditions of my work. On the right my daughter and on the left a photoshop piece of stock used with permission of Reine-Haru on Deviant Art.
Tomorrow....I'll do another shoot with sun flowers.....stay tuned! :)