Shadows, Smiles & Love

Dark, light, skeletal forms at Rehoboth Beach, DE.

Beach. Real Blogger.

 As you may have noticed, I love shadows--shadows on the floor, shadows of tree limbs, shadows of myself walking. For some reason, the shadow holds mystery and defines form as well, but a kind of second-hand form.  


I asked our amazing jazz vocalist, Denee Barr, to sing "The Shadow of your smile," and now, frankly, I am a bit stymied--don't know what to do with it in terms of remembering friends and time that have passed, but are still in my heart.

I don't want the emphasis to be romantic, although the song surely is. I don't want to show grave markers that indicate a REAL passage of time.

Lake Centennial. Crossing a bridge.

So, this will be somewhat abstract, and perhaps that defines me at this stage of the 'life situation.'  More than ever, I don't care about tangible objects and real things. I am drifting upward, slowly, into ether and spirit. 

I don't want to dwell on things negative or self demeaning. So here goes...When we cross a bridge and follow the shadow as well as the path, we are on a journey into reality as well as the self.

Walk with me.

Lyrics, music, Denee!

The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes, my love, and see
All the lovely things you are to me
 

A wistful little star
Was far too high
A tear drop kissed your lips and so did I
 

Now when I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile...

Family picnics...you experienced, or not.

Another bridge or the same one?

How will we be remembered in time?

Steps at the end of a walk--that's all.

Now when I remember spring
 





All the love that joy can bring
I will be remembering...
 

What lies beyond the rail. Is that water or another dimension?

The shadow of your smile...

Collaborative Blog:
 Kay Weeks & Denee Barr.