Sunday, November 9, 2014

...even being torn, when it is about something so beautiful, is an emotion to try to embrace.

Mists
guard and swirl
a
Moon Queen.
Mists
kissing her cheek,
whisper
you are the light that you seek.
A light moves like words through the fog of a spring vale
and
a knight
hands her the light-filled tulip she had lost.
He holds her and the flower
to say,  "You, my Queen of the Moon, are not torn asunder.
You reflect love whether there be fog or thunder."
Photography and words by Amy Sperry Faldet

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