• photo + graphy

    by  • October 8, 2009 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    the word holds it’s own image
    photo (light) – graphy (writing)
    rays as old as the universe
    captured on paper, looking
    like you and me one past
    afternoon, another at sunset,
    and on through the stack of
    time that stays in the old
    shoebox, waiting to be seen
    again, to let the years’ light
    catch up like stars we can
    finally see, the click of the
    camera writing the light
    like an icon, a window to
    heaven, and I find, again,
    I can stare into your eyes
    and find the light never
    goes out, no matter
    how deep the darkness.

    Peace,
    Milton

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