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