Friday 1 May 2009

Fragilidad


You move in haze within my headspace. Slow down. Hold still. Someone is circling a little lower than the angels. Blissful I am (even though...)
Roots grow deeper; in ways we can't conceive. From beneath the ground you stare at me, daring me to blink. Blissful I am (even though...)
Calm down. Be still. We've got plenty of time to kill. Take me in, under your skin and bury me deep in love. Blissful I am (even though...)

Preoccupied, like a moth with the light, I came to your party dressed as a shadow. No one imperils, love evades. Yet, blissful I am (even though you're gone).

4 comments:

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

The balloons to express how fragile our life is? How fragile love is.

I appreciate how your images always insire me to think. And, how poetic they are.

Ο ψεύτικος Πέτρος said...

giati mou thimise romero ayto to post sou?
kalimera kalitexni

Ο ψεύτικος Πέτρος said...

afereses keimeno file mou?
den prolava na to diavasw...

Giannis Drakos said...

@Ο ψευτικος Πετρος:Ρομερο!Wow,απιστευτη τιμη!Σ'ευχαριστω για τα καλα σου λογια Πετρο.Λεξεις, μολις χ8ες προσ8εσα.Ελπιζω να ειναι αρκετα αφαιρετικες και διολου επεξηγηματικες(για να μην στερουν κατι απο τους πολλους τροπους που καποιος μπορει να 'διαβαζει' μια φωτο)
@Every Photo Tells A Story:Once again,I am honored Miss Libra!And once again,you are so accurate in your comments.The reasons for using the ballons were exactly the ones you state.And a need to underline with what you are left with when the party is over...