colors dripping down waterways of pure passion flowing into hopes we thought that we had given up to prove ourselves mature
when day becomes night we turn into the colored smoke that warms the memory of love
Painting credit : © Merkushev | Dreamstime.com - Sea, sun, sailboat
In case you couldn't tell, William Merritt Chase is one of my favorite painters.
"Where ancient tracks..."
arms wide out — the sky in freckled wonder born, a moment twisted into beauty stretched across this canvas
he asked her once why she was so afraid – if he had known how badly he scared her he would not have asked water fallen, as a dream that drifts upon a mountainside; water fallen, every day across a heart that’s deep and wide she told him once that he … Continue reading "water fallen"
The storm put on a play for us, The starring roles were waves; Production values were sublime, And played ‘cross coves and caves — The ocean reached into the sky, The sky became the sea; In beauty and magnificence, Chaotic purity — The waves came back to take their bows, The ocean roared applause; We … Continue reading "A Play"
loving hearts go silent, missing, seeking colors bright and kissing, melted paths escaping sorrow, blurring into some tomorrow we once dreamed of, yesterday — ere we gave our hearts away