But A Graceful Dream

The photopoetry below is a work I've created some time back and is now posted as part of the One Shot Wednesday on One Stop Poetry, a place where poets, writers and artists meet. :-)



But how do I speak of your love?
When I look into your eyes, I see the skies above.
Pure and beautiful; simply endless.

But how do days not know of seasons?
Every second; a summer love.
Every step; a growing garden.

But how do my mornings sing?
Nightingales appear, a chorus begins.
The sun, shining; The river, flowing.

But how does darkness disappear?
The moonbeams call; and bright stars twinkle.
Our souls, loving; Our shadows, waltzing.

But how do I even begin?
The depth of your love; my blue skies.
The light of your love; my summer,
The poetry you whisper; my nightingale.
The way you're next to me; my moonlit waltz.