Golden amber, glisten like shimmering pools of diamonds touched by magic
showing love, joy, happy anticipation
then withdrawn with quiet contemplation
showing anger, his thirst, his raucous rebellion
a lust for life, the twinkle of a star, one in a million.
Come back to me, come back to love; heart stopping, pounding, where the tongue was dipped into a revitalizing supping nectar, a full bodied sweetness. My pulse was yours, and yours mine, where love cleaved with passion and eagerness.
Counter the wronged now, remove the towel, wipe the brow
words yet to be said, bandage that from which life has bled
Sleepless night...oh, sleepless night...I toss and I turn, I turn on the light. Visions of waves, visions of flowers, visions of sonnets swim, swim, swim, invading my mind with a cascade of showers.
My heart beats, oh, how it beats, missing the tempo, skipping sleep. Thunderstorms in dreams, where noise clammers and shines its beams....turn out the light, my mind wants to pray, but then there is one more word I have to say.
I close my eyes, there you are again, words drowning out words, again and again. Being accepted into the dark, now closing my eyes as the sun raises the mark.
The sea crackles and snaps to attention; the sea of glass breaks in a thousand pieces across the bow this day in time...sail away, sail away, sail away one last time. A single winged gull catches the surf; throws his head back and cries, sail away, sail away, sail away, this time is mine!
Stark, stunning, striking and remote, an achingly beautiful scene of serenity within the eerie nature of landscapes; profound in our words, as a living being waiting to be born.
Unique fields of grasses of greens and browns, dotted with rare sprays of wildflowers, showing off in front of a background of white ice-capped mountains and glaciers; only to be here.
Night falls into a bleak yet profound and majestic melancholy. How many ways can you describe such haunting music to be heard from this rapture in nature?
Most of these descriptive words were used by the people (friends of Angelique) who viewed her pictures. I was simply possessed when I read them all, I had to put them into sentence form. Angelique's view of nature, as you can see in her photographs oflandscapes, flowers and people, are all beautiful in her eyes, and we are privileged to be a witness to this grace. Thank you, again, Angelique, for allowing me to show-off your world in pictures.