I love to forget the bitter things
and later on remember
the sweetness of its passing.
- Daytime Stacks
- Collections (Photo Sets)
- Black and White
- Concepts and Abstracts
- Pseudo Planets
- Water Droplets
- People, Portraits
- Self Portraits
- Double Portraits
- Animals & Wildlife
- Multiplicity, Sequence Shots
- Double Exposures
- Light Painting
- Time Lapse Videos
- Night Sky and Stars
- Star Trails
When the sky lit the world up
for resolutions of change
to rain down like falling stars,
my lasso way up in the breeze,
lost somewhere in flight
I couldn’t quite pull the light in
and let the moonbeams dissolve
into your hands just as I had hoped
though instead— the moment
I chased and patiently waited for
in form of a memory,
of how this dream fashioned into a rope
survived and became short string
which now I will tie around your finger;
of the courage I’ve found drifting along
the seamless sky which I will now anchor
to your skin— for you to always keep
and hopefully never lose.
Once you told me to believe and ever
since I kept your words close.
I always have thought you walk
underneath the solace of radiance—
and this is the very least I can do
to show how thankful I am:
tonight I am giving you the moon
frozen still in all its beauty,
of gravity defied and defined—
this image of you and for you alone.
"And I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
This collection is golden. Pablo Neruda is easily one of my biggest aspirations in writing poetry.
Press your ear against
my chest and you’d hear
how my heart never fails
your name in code.
You’re its favorite beat
juxtaposed to its
search for resonance
that echoes in song.