VIP Photography

Salt on the glass,
a low hum underfoot,
daylight sliding forward
without permission.

Palm trees hold position,
leaning into wind
without argument.

Water repeats a small task—
touch shore, withdraw,
touch shore, withdraw.

The city begins to fade and the horizon takes over.
Thoughts drift like the tide.
Light, unhurried, and just for a moment, clear.

In shadow’s embrace, where light seldom treads,
Two sentinels rise from their earthen beds.
Pale guardians with caps like lunar crowns,
Where silence reigns and darkness drowns.

Nestled in the narrow throat of stone,
These fragile prophets stand, not alone.
Autumn’s remnants scatter at their feet,
Where time and dampness silently meet.

From darkness, delicate life insists to bloom,
These ghostly children of the hidden room.
Fleeting yet defiant in their quiet glow,
Nature’s whisper where few dare to go.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
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She twirls light as air,
laughter trailing behind,
a spark in motion,
too bright to confine.

A single droplet falls by will divine,
A mirrored orb that holds the endless skies.
Through storms it journeys, bound by sacred sign,
Its fleeting fall a truth that never dies.

It nourishes, then joins the river’s song,
A path ordained through nature’s perfect streams.
In one small drop, vast oceans all belong,
A fleeting spark, yet infinite in dreams.