The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.
Lisa Wingate, A Month of Summer (Blue Sky Hill #1)
Night Blossom
My soul whispers
in the darkness
‘You are a flower
that blooms at night.
Shine bright, shine bright!’
She hands me
a blossom exploding
with passion.
Shimmering,
glittering,
spiralling,
spinning,
radiating
her essence
like a star bursting
open the night sky.
‘You are a flower
that blooms at night.
Shine bright, shine bright!
Come, lead me
from darkness
into the light.’
Kamini
July 23, 2010
* this photo is actually a reflection off of a stream around sunset, that is why the image seems a little pixelated/unclear.
DIALOGUE OF A MAN AND A TREE
The Man: Why do you grow so tall, way up there in the sky?
The Tree: I love the heights that are clean and free, where the lonely eagles fly, where the crane and the hawk can nest with me, and my friends, the geese, go by.
Vincent Godfrey Burns, Poet Laureate of Maryland, 1965
* this is just and small excerpt of poem, thought it was great with my photo.