Split images

I hum long-lost songs of youth

fine lines fresh in my mind

and an image appears of a moment lived

years before now.

The grapevines heavy with their load

as the sun sinks down like a disciplined dog

cowering behind the clouds

serene and a bit sad

at the passing.

Night comes to find the twinkling lights

the deck alive with laughter and toasts

glasses of wine damp with sweat

hot summer nights on a finger lake.

Playing with buttons to capture

each image as it passes us by,

double sun and fields beyond

and a quiet lake still with the coming of night

and I remember the scent in the air

the beauty of the moment

and I sing the songs to no one in particular

lost in the history of our past.

Split images and the beauty inspired

I remember it as if yesterday,

lost in the mist that fell with the setting sun

cool escarpment night.

Image taken at Wagner Winery in the finger lakes on a Friday night a few years ago where a live band played and at least 300 people celebrated, drank their lovely wine and danced till it was time to leave…a beautiful view.

Lyrics from the song in my Mind: Split Decision-Steve Winwood

Sometimes I think I know too much
‘Bout what goes on in the real world and such
Half of me is certain, the other isn’t sure
One half has the symptom, the other has the cure
By the time there’s nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues

It’s a fine line, a very fine line
Split decision
It’s a fine line, a very fine line

Sometimes I think we’ve come too far
If we’re lost and if not where we are
Half of us is easy, the other half is hard
Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred
By the time there’s nothin’ left to choose
One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse

In Mary’s Chapel

Through open doors there comes a light

watercolor glass transferred on wooden floors,

an empty vessel once filled with life

now shrouded in peace

in silence.

In Mary’s chapel the ghosts walk here

on worn boards and benches

the haunting memory of hymns sung

and beside the wall beyond the house

a cemetery lies in dappled filtered light

where souls who lived a hundred years gone

now rest beside the bay

and the names remembered in shells and stone

wait for nothing here but a visitor

and we walk on white paths that lead to her place

so long ago but still here it seems,

with quiet grace she sits beside

waiting in her shadows of a dove of peace

and flowers that sway in the ocean breeze.

Yesterday was spent at Historic Spanish Point in Osprey Florida and this stained glass window was the only image I took of the entire grounds, a lot of history but here in this quiet little church where the light shone quietly as if waiting for a prayer, I stopped to take the photo to remember this Mary’s chapel, named for Mary Sherrill, a young wonam who had been brought to Florida for the warmth and healing of her malady and died while here. I found it a lovely place of peace. Hope you enjoy.

Peace and love on a fine Sunday morning.