Song of the Birds

Thanks to Nata

Now you possess all that you dreamed of,

"the key to your future."

take your prize

and

let me fade away.

your voice

Tim Walker

your voice

"your voice

i lean to struggle against the wind

the sound fills the desert and covers within like a warm blanket

the excitement washes over my skin like tiny diamonds

you call out her name with colours that reach the heavens

as i touch the ocean floor

and i say "chow," bella... at last i heard your voice"

-- Anonymous  

Tim Walker

the art of Martha Nieuwenhuijs

The Royal Tenenbaums

what kind of bird are you?

where love lives

floating

by, soulflowerphotography

via 

Flickr

An image of poetry with the beautiful calm of floating.

Very soon I'll find that void and let everything only wash over me.  I can almost feel the water now.

I say goodbye to you dear friend, 17 years of creamy yellow fur and unconditional love.  You press your head in my lap as if to say, "I love you, please let me go."  While you wait in the cool grass I spend the day with my lens pointed to the new life growing inside a beautiful woman.  Draping fabric to accentuate the anticipation of new beginnings, every caring fold.  While I hold my breath to click the shutter you are only a few feet away struggling to take your last.  I send them on their way to their life of this new astonishing joy.  I take you for a last ride holding you all the way.  And in the final dose I don't know why I thought you would go with a whimper and a soft sigh for you screeched out a loud scream and I screamed with you in spite of myself.  Dim your eyes and heart and rest.  In only one more day I'll be taking fleeting moments under the cool water with the warmth of you in my heart gentle boy. 

waiting game...

because, surly they will come together again.

Sarah Moon

blue