Looking in your eyes, trying to find the colors, lights and the door inside that is there, that will match the sky in its glory, as the dark clouds roll over and it extends it grace down to us .
Just looking closely for that extra time; the fourth and fifth second, of a three second look, the second minute of a half minutes glance, and feeling that you hold the hands of the clock and make them seem to stop forever, until you glance away.
That which we walk on is dark, the clouds have covered the sun, and the earth is a mystery beneath us, as you laugh, as I cry, as you look to the distance and hold your head so high, you hold my hand, and I feel your soul.
As if we could walk, or fly, deftly like the special bird that your are, each ones wings gliding forward, our heads bending into the night, and further away the red sunset makes it’s amber glow, burn for you.
By Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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