Destination calls
Beyond a pathless expanse
Beckoning promise
Destination calls
Beyond a pathless expanse
Beckoning promise
Gentle seas
Jagged peaks
Sky in turmoil
So go
The many layers
Of I
We argue
Whether it is
The destination
Or the journey
That matters
But sometimes
We need only observe
The point of departure
As it recedes
Into the distance
Would you return my
Gaze were it not for the lens
Friends for an instant
Stillness
Is a peace
I’ve sought
And known
But I’ve known
No peace greater
Than the joy of
Flight
In motion
There is
Stillness
So much depends
On the construct, Love
Conscious
Unconscious
Conditioned
Unconditional
Unshareable
Unless a context
Shared
Cropped and framed
Colour corrected and edited
Burnished and patinaed
To make a picture
That tells the story
I wish to remember
There is nothing so beautiful
As a moment offered in whole
To the act of creation
Except perhaps
One given
To love
One small moment of
Solitude in the chaos
Unladen Burdens