All my dreams rise on thermals
Unhindered in the waning sun
Seeking a fresh perch for the night.
Its beauty keeps them aloft
Silver beams streak like towers of pure light
Reflected and filtered by the moon.
They lay down tracks to usher in
Milky Way and her sister Andromeda,
Their diamond gowns shimmering as life itself.
I enter the forest at night
Search for a glade and rest
My tools I lay on the ground
Worlds apart, alive with sound
Hours I pass listening to songs
Played out infinitely
My eyes adjust to the dark
Set my sight, enlist my mark
Barrel and scope point assurance
Ranging through the moonlight
My target comes into view
Minutes down, seconds ensue
Accommodation of fresh eyes
Clearly see through the night
I set my finger in place
Press down, capture time and space
Let nothing rest between us
Save the tiny molecules of air
Trapped between our two bodies
Entwined under a new moon
Surrounded by an audience of stars
Reflected off the glassy surface
Of a quiet spring which nourishes
A teeming plain, full of rattlesnakes,
Pronghorn, and my captive heart.
Chill passes through the earth
In that moment where the sun
Escapes behind the horizon,
A thrill of anticipation
That starlight brings
When earth’s denizens
Find the oases of quiet darkness
And gaze upon the glory of the sky.
The soft trill of rustling leaves
Or grassy stems bristling in the night
Echo, in their way, the starsong,
Quietly rumbling across space and time,
Speaking a sublime language meant
For ears attuned and listening
With hearts willing to hear
The message hidden among its static notes.
“To Scratch the Surface of Beauty” is now available throughout North America and Europe on Amazon.com!
Once again, I’m blown away by a set of photographs by Leanne Cole. Just for grins, I thought I’d post one of her stunning pieces next to one of my own. Notice the difference between a professional and a rank amateur. Follow the link in the caption to see her original post.
http://leannecolephotography.com/2014/08/08/fridays-bits-and-bobs-6/
Friday night fireworks at Globe Life Park, home of the Texas Rangers.
I’ve found it helpful when writing to compare my own work to that of a more accomplished writer. I can really sense the details and subtleties I need to work on. I suppose the same is true in photography, but I’ve done so little in that field that I wouldn’t know how to fix my problems. Anyway, kudos to Leanne Cole for another brilliant set of photos.
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