Thursday, August 09, 2012
Your light and your name
We gave it a shot, my camera and me, but we couldn't quite capture you. I don't know the artist who could reproduce your color with paint, or simulate the way you move. There would need to be a smoldering fire beneath the pigment.
And this is my plight in speaking to you. I have no language. Only your name.
As you can see up there, I stay pretty busy; and when my body rests and my pulse slows down and my mind settles, your name comes to my lips as naturally as breath.
That's all for now.