Tuesday, 23 August 2011

A Serenade

'ON THE WINGS OF A SONG' From Visual Counterpoint

Heard by poets and lovers,
Our companion sings a long farewell,
The oceans reach out to the music,
Tears of sorrow crest the swell.

Holding a timeless secret,
Far from the footprints left in dust,
Her light separates need from greed,
And serenades love not lust.

Her song will slowly fade away,
Like a shadow slips into the night,
But for now it flies with the eagle,
And dares us to do what is right.

The picture is two photographs merged in photoshop layers.
I believe the 'eagle' is a Peregrine falcon that I managed to photograph flying over Pale Heights.

1 comment:

Rose~* said...

Beautiful poem, Liz. I liked the way that you merged your two photos, and I believe that indeed, was a Falcon. Loved the photo of the moon. I have yet to capture one so breathtaking as yours.