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