or a sadness felt for only this temporary moment
that is too focused on despair?
Will this pass into history
or become a greater part of the story
that is seemingly becoming?
If but for a thought of possibility,
of rest and relief,
of blessing and love,
of fullness and purpose,
the answers might make themselves apparent.
For by tendency or trials
this world is drawing itself tired
and growing old with me.
of all that could have been
Had he found himself in time.
The glow of the moon echoes atop the hills
in hope that somehow, someday He will be.
The dampness clings to lungs that want to scream,
but only manage a sigh for the helplessness that weighs on his heart
and steals his breath.
Tonight is but another mystery of when.
Blinded by miles of white sand,
Surrounded by desperate blue sky
and stale tropical bounty.
Suffering beneath the weight of the golden sun,
Drowning in the lush green,
Shadowed by the gargantuan palms
and temperate canopy.
When will I be free of this perfect desire realized?
Originally uploaded by Lero !!
Autumn creek days passing by,
Foliage waiting for her to reveal her bare essence,
Needing her innocence to touch,
To break the surface of such nostalgic beauty,
Flowing downstream to the next encounter.
Originally uploaded by juliusfrumble
She looked back at me in shades of grey,
her dirty blonde shadows of light,
her skin casting a dull warmth,
and spoke in the black and white anger of goodbye...
I was suddenly frozen in the moment of my reaction
and the realization that our picture perfect never was.
Alcoa Building - North Shore - Pittsburgh
Originally uploaded by Marc_714
Man melding beauty
With God's inspiration
Pittsburgh, Through the 40th Street Bridge
Originally uploaded by Matt Niemi
The truest beauty
In any light becoming