Holding in hands moments past -- closed eyes that still see loved ones gone and remembered still alive In night dreams . Poem - Song speaks to ears that hear and sift sand-times from long ago through hours glass grains like phosphenes sparkling spirits on the seas surface. So blissful to look at horizon and know beyond stars shine brighter light In darkest night.
Nearly unbearable. Your voice made it even harder.
Thank you, Patris. Nearly unbearable is my speciality :)
Badly expressed on my part.
Those words you've written (and speak) here sometimes weigh too much. Today was one of those times.
You expressed it well and I’m honored and gratified.
Simply magical! Incredibly powerful.
Thanks Stan 🙏
Holding in hands moments past -- closed eyes that still see loved ones gone and remembered still alive In night dreams . Poem - Song speaks to ears that hear and sift sand-times from long ago through hours glass grains like phosphenes sparkling spirits on the seas surface. So blissful to look at horizon and know beyond stars shine brighter light In darkest night.
Cool comments, thank you 🙏
Beautiful shot.
Thank you. Neskowin Beach on the Oregon coast.
The beach is on Gold Coast?
Pacific Ocean yo
I have a few pics for you , i just don't have any way, or know how to send them to you.
Email: jonathan@waterspotter.uk
Will find them when im back home this Sunday? Send them to you then
Thanks
The long wail, moan sets the lyric well, Sinead O'Conner comes to mind.
Yes!
I’m honored, thanks Malcolm 🙏
That was Great!
Thank you 🙏
So beautiful 🎶
Thank you 🙏
Mourning my grandson Trevor on his birthday, January 30, with flashes from our past times together.
I’m sorry for your loss, Carole.