Eye of the Beholder

Eye of the Beholder
"There is beauty all around us ...just waiting to be seen"
"She's at it again"... the words of my children as they see me approaching with my lens cap off and my tripod tucked beneath my arm. "Mom.... no more pictures ... pleeeeaaase!" and I say to my children.... "One day you will be grown, I will be old and this world will have changed in a million different ways, and the only thing I will have to remember the seasons of your youth and the wonder of these times are my photos... so I will close one eye and try to keep focus and you will smile and say cheese!"

Monday, August 20, 2007

Out here ....

Crossing it over
To the realm of fatigue
This road seem to
Straighten out beneath
The weight of the ride
Sleep fights its way
Into my head
And I wonder if
I can make it to the
Next stop

Out here in the night
I give myself up
To the watch of the stars
I am not my own
Navigator, merely
Follower of far off skies
My thoughts dancing
To the beat of
The evening song
The night’s serenade

Out here I become invincible
Armoured and secure
Against all my doubts
The night slips away
Leaving me clean
Of yesterday’s ashes
The sun rounds the first hill
And the earth shows
Her colors to the wind
Golden and green

Out here on the road
I find every lost muse
Years of words
Kept out of my reach
Pour myself into
The stretch of lines
Dividing yours and mine
And take back from it
Something to call my own
A sense of direction

Out here in the sand
The sun rises in my chest
The moon falls in my arms
And I kiss lips that I just met
Knowing tomorrow
Will take me out of this town
And I will leave only a name
Upon the whispers of skin
And no scars shall be found
On my resting place

Out here on this search
For self direction and control
Over the things I cannot change
I find that change is
Merely an adaptation
Of acceptance
I can lay down with the night
As long as I know I will
Awake with the sun
With the love at dawn

Out here on this journey
I feel the hum of engine
And the drum of time
Beating beneath my gypsy heart
The trees whisper “free”
As I move pass their leaves
And the corner of eye
Spells out a smile
As I cross it over - -
Into the realm of content.


-Reide