Photography can remind us of the fragility and value of each moment...
As Whispered Air on Secret Shore
We are as cloud,
In light we dance,
In days of timeless breath our paths full twist,
Past time in feathered tenderness,
Toward the sound of shining bright,
The warmth on skin,
The brush of life,
The rush of spark in air on moonless night.
We pass then meet once more,
As whispered air on secret shore,
Sway, washed and seen,
Longed-for life yet lost in dream.