In silent contemplation
of the moment
When we sit and watch the stars die
to morning light
firelight dances
uncertain certainties
we watch sparks rise
wood becomes ash
In the shadows
We see ourselves
and each other
We are silent
contemplative
shared songs and words
dance in our souls
In the shadows
we know each other
and ourselves
The young changling
twilight
creeps around us
herald to the dawn
death of the evening star
We need no … Continue reading the story "In Silent Contemplation"Post Archives from the ‘Derrick Spies’ Category
In Silent Contemplation
In silent contemplation
of the moment
When we sit and watch the stars die
to morning light
firelight dances
uncertain certainties
we watch sparks rise
wood becomes ash
In the shadows
We see ourselves
and each other
We are silent
contemplative
shared songs and words
dance in our souls
In the shadows
we know each other
and ourselves
The young changling
twilight
creeps around us
herald to the dawn
death of the evening star
We need no … Continue reading the story "In Silent Contemplation"Derrick Spies – Writer/Photographer/Insane PeDerrirson
Derrick Spies was a quiet baby and barely spoke a word until the age of two,
preferring to simply point at something and expect whoever was paying
attention at the time to understand. Having said that, once Derrick started
stringing sentences together, he has never stopped. His passion is
communication, no matter what the form (spoken, written or even … Continue reading the story "Derrick Spies – Writer/Photographer/Insane PeDerrirson"