Our Path
“Come now
my
love,”
~
you
softly
say;
~
I
close
my eyes;
~
I
slip
away.
~
“Walk
swift,
our path,”
~
your
whisper
pleads;
~
I
find
my
breath
~
concede
my
need.
~
You
mark
the trails
~
with
pines
of
gold;
~
You
guide
my
steps
~
whilst
truths
unfold;
~
Beneath
our
tree
~
I wait
for
you,
~
unearthing
dreams
~
we
never
knew.
~
©Robyn Lee
Freewheeling
Ride me to freedom
Spinning dreams on silver ground
Destination unknown
click here to read a short personal narrative
pertaining to this image: Freewheeling ~ narrative
Portals
Brilliant steel potentiality:
Calling me forth, like a
Magnetic portal to
A new place
and time;
Arched over blue expanse of
Liquid fire mystery;
Connecting
What is:
to what
can
be.
~
©Robyn Lee
~~~
Heartfelt thanks to guest photographer, my dear Aunt Renée who honored me by allowing me to feature her stunning image in my post today. I admired this new photo on her Facebook page earlier, and it inspired me to write the poetic verse above. She captured this beautiful shot in Astoria Park NY, beneath the 2 bridges pictured (Hell Gate Bridge and Triborough Bridge ).
I think a new hobby may be calling her forth ~ don’t you?!
Thank you Aunt Renée ~ I Love You
THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 