february 17, 2020
Where does the sky start?
Where the highest mountain ends
Or where the bird takes flight
Look up, look down and find it all around
Even where the tiniest creatures find breath
Which is surely on the ground.
Where do our dreams live?
Reach for the sky, reach for the stars.
It’s all out of reach until
we remember rays of sun
are surely made of stardust
A moment devoted to magic found
Where does love go when it is lost?
It must have ran away if I feel this empty
Often I see love in letters
But miss it in the air around me
A beautiful confusion in a world
Where the sky starts at the ground.
a photo series with BLT