Photography – Learning to love the silence

Love who you want

Outside in the rain
At the edge of winter’s dark
Hope is glimmering

Radiant rebirth
Breaking frigid death’s dark sleep
Arise resplendent

A parakeet flew by me,
I thought to be mistaken,
But with that verdant plumage
Fashed an inspiration:
Though we may feel out of place
In a world not of our choice,
We can seek the simple grace
There to sing with different voice.

Unfurling

There is hope
In flowers
Unfurling
Soft petals
Even now

On far horizon
Across vast cotton wool plains
White mountains tower

Apart

Lovingly she floods frigid skies
In pale whitewash, her reflection
Harmonised by diamond glint
Escaping another fair child
Of her beloved, who chases
Throughout the infinite vastness,
Never close enough to touch her
Fair skin lest he destroy his love.
Meekly, she in retreat holds up
Her silver crown. Coy illusion
Cast, she passes and transparent
Bows, growing weaker as she flees
His sight. Here he in glory is
Born, gilded in fire descending,
Burning the world in his despair.
There he is cast immortal, as
Sculptor’s steel upon the marble
Sets a mark, deep within the heart
Of those whose eyes have looked beyond
The torn veil which masks his spleandour.