When I asked you questions
About matters of the heart
You gave me bitter answers
I didn’t really want to hear.
But still I listened to every syllable
Your face bathed in early morning light
With an audience of song birds
Singing proverbial melodies above your head.
And yet we never get it right
Even with countless chances
Our words pour forth
In perpetual circles of futility.
In spite of everything I know the secret
that will unravel all the mysteries.
It lies somewhere between the stars of Orion’s belt
And the petals of the black-eyed susan.
If you don’t find it there
It just doesn’t exist
Except in sordid back rooms
Where we hesitate to enter.
As your angry replies continue
I know your truth is what I need
If only we could find the answers
Before the sun sets and darkness falls.
6 comments:
Wonderful! Words and picture, both lovely.
How much more you try to find the answers..how much more you will be away from it...beautifull photo!
the image says it all...but not without the words.
very nice.
so beautiful...
Toby
I like your blog Rhonda
the way you combine pictures and words
the Neruda quote
/Ulf
What a delightful shot this is. Even if there had been no birds, the various lines and angles made by the pole and wires would have been interesting. But pack those lines with birds, and wow! A really beautiful and fun image. (I just hope those aren't starlings). Cheers.
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