Tag: love

Starless

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Dark, Desire, England, Film Photography, Iconography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Poetry, Romance, Seascape, Sky, Symbolism, the sea, Time, Truth Beauty, Uncategorized, We Dream, Words, Writing — 4 min read

Midnight, and the sound of the sea. Midnight...the sound of the sea, the sigh of the breeze. Watching the dark distance, looking out across the shimmering skin of the ocean towards the edge of the world; no ships, no stars, just the moon behind […]

The blue space

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Looking out at the sea between blue and me, the distance becomes infinite space. The ship sets sail, the distance calls, I watch you gradually vanish into that vast beyond, on the way to another space - somewhere to the north they say, where […]

Beyond The Clouds

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Film Photography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, NAture, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Seascape, Sky, Symbolism, the sea, Time, Truth Beauty, Uncategorized, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

Softness, A sky full of clouds, Above the beach, above the sea, Whispering... The sea on the shore, Kissing the sand, Whispering... Breeze in your hair, Distant birds float on the wind, Softness... Rain starts falling, Sighing down to earth, Filling the footsteps we […]

Once Again

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Once again I walk in silent rooms and gloomy galleries. Dark portraits gaze from gilded frames at tragic ghosts who walk through walls in fruitless quest to escape this place of shuttered light and time forever stilled. Where memory waits to be recalled by […]

A Song For Us

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Family, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Shakespeare, Symbolism, the sea, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 3 min read

The song is all, we sing together, voices soar, spiralling ever-upwards into the cerulian infinite, across the universe. The song goes on forever. I felt your hand - it was a memory, a moment when the electrons re-assembled those fragments of something, splinters of […]

Dream Girl Blues

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Breath of life, the light sighs, we dream. She shines, Translucent, ephemeral, Appearing only to disappear into light, Into thin air. We sleep. Today is now, time is present, Memory waits... Moments, minutes, infinite ever, Always. We remember, we forget, we dance in the […]

Desire

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Concupiscience, Desire, Eroticism, Erotique, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Metaphysics, Mystical, Personal, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

Breathe slowly, excite the silence, our still air shivers, aroused by tongues. Softly swollen Velvet lips, Open slowly, fold on fold, Cleave the juicy, sticky split, Slide inside the slippery skin. Oh, Luscious depths in Luskus Delph, Amour aroma, perfumed pink. Taste Desire's smoke, […]

A song for me

— Posted inArt, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Summer, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 3 min read

I heard a voice coming from an open window, a voice I thought I knew, a song I had heard so long ago. I had forgotten the song but I remembered looking into the sun. Time passes, we forget. Memory waits… From an open […]

How to find yourself in the dark

— Posted inArt, Ballet, Boomer's Story, Dark, England, Eroticism, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Night, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Prokofiev, Romance, Symbolism, Theatre, Uncategorized, Winter, Words, Writing — 3 min read

Lockdown, hibernation, false dawns, abandoned plans and lost time. The dark despair of the endless nothing; and yet the glimmer of a tiny light far, far away in the dark distant future will always be visible regardless of how much the black void tries […]