View from our house
Photograph by Felicia Jarvis
Nocturne
Walking with bare feet on the cold floor
Hearing your breathing and rough waves
A seagull is flying over the dark sea
If I had wings like this seagull
I would fly out from this window
To find you, my sleeping beauty
You are always close to me, but hiding
Imagining touching your warm hands
Imagining hearing your soft voice
But, please sleep well my beauty
Enduring loneliness is my pleasure
Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
© 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved
© 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved
詩を褒めないで写真だけを褒めるのは、気が引けます。でも、実に見事な写真です。幻想的ですね。月なんでしょうかね。哀愁を帯びた孤独な月とでもいうべきか。ひるむことなく暗黒を直視する哲学者的な月とでもいうべきか。こういう孤高を守る月が好きですね。
ReplyDelete私もこういう月と、黒い空が好きです。「ひるむことなく暗黒を直視する哲学者的な月」とは良い表現ですね。
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