Dark, light, skeletal forms at Rehoboth Beach, DE. |
Beach. Real Blogger. |
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
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
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.
6 comments:
very cool.Harve
I also love "I'll be seeing you...
Almost Spring!
p.s. Great play on the shadows images
I liked this a lot. What great pictures!
Kaye in California
Really fine - I have always been drawn to shadows, in nature and art
Continued comment:
So anyway, what I wanted to say, in a longer form here, is that I have been intrigued and captivated by shadows all my life. In fact I have an early memory of watching shadows of leaves on my wall while standing in my crib. I was probably 2 or maybe 3 years old. We moved out of that house when I was three and I was maybe sleeping in the crib til we moved.
Mary Berglund
St. Petersburg, FL
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