Shutterscript
Unfinished Verse
Since it has been raining for the past few days, I've been getting much more into these indoor creative shots. The overall theme seems to be one of sadness lost in wine. I'm not sad or anything either, these are just the ideas that come to me... strange. There's a lot going on in this one, but hopefully if you look closely and read my little "shutterscript" below you'll get the idea.
Tonight I sit to write these lines of love and beauty
To write of the ways I will hold you
And you me, locked in warm embrace
Our hearts combined into molten flesh
Beating as one
Tonight I sit to write these lines of love and beauty
But what beauty is there without your face?
What love without your touch?
What lines without your grace?
Tonight I sit to... mourn
These lines of love and beauty
For they will never be written
Their power never felt
Their subject never held
I was too late, my love
So tonight I will sit
And dream of a time
When I can once again
Write these lines of love and beauty
Unfinished Verse
Since it has been raining for the past few days, I've been getting much more into these indoor creative shots. The overall theme seems to be one of sadness lost in wine. I'm not sad or anything either, these are just the ideas that come to me... strange. There's a lot going on in this one, but hopefully if you look closely and read my little "shutterscript" below you'll get the idea.
Tonight I sit to write these lines of love and beauty
To write of the ways I will hold you
And you me, locked in warm embrace
Our hearts combined into molten flesh
Beating as one
Tonight I sit to write these lines of love and beauty
But what beauty is there without your face?
What love without your touch?
What lines without your grace?
Tonight I sit to... mourn
These lines of love and beauty
For they will never be written
Their power never felt
Their subject never held
I was too late, my love
So tonight I will sit
And dream of a time
When I can once again
Write these lines of love and beauty