Look carefully.
Through and beyond that which stares back at you. For she – she is not me…
Ponder me this I wonder…
There, far off in the distance – where the ocean kisses the sky with such reckless abandon a hundred million waves come to shore to die… She was everything I ever knew now become a stranger…
Where have you been all this time?
So extremely hard to find when you are dancing between shadows and pale moonlight…
I know her face, I know it well…
Because once upon a time as time would tell, I too did that same dance, so I know it well…
I take her hand; I touch my face.
And as we smile knowing all the while we were destined for moonlight, and magic – not this place.
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms