The moon was high last night:
Too high to kiss the shore.
When I close my eyes I see water, all captured in your eyes.
A drop is so little and yet too much, escaping from you but showing at the end of my lashes.
A long caress to the origin of my night.
I love the way the words and images compliment each other perfectly.
words…gone and coming back to kiss all shores
I really LOVE the slide show! Fantastic photos! I especially like the b+w with the lady with the long black hair and one with the water on the beach, the swirly blue water was really nice too.