such a novel of chaotic
descriptions
the language of
LOVE
of how it can
bring you feelings
that defy description
that carry you to the
the warm side of Heaven
and build fires of
passion
that rival the beauty
of a birth of a rising sun
and if by chance
that firery passion
should cool and crumble
to ash
and loves feeling
departs in the cold
shadows
following the setting
sun
it can be
as if half of you is torn to follow
in the warmth
of the sun
and half lingers in the memories
of the now cold shadows
alone
willmeneke 
Beautiful poem and photo Will.
Taken there.
These will always be mine.
Will
Always
Now, here
Fades my fear of the boot
The desert after the setting sun
Your photos are glorious Will. The poem is so complex and yet so reaching. I’ve never known anyone who is as good as a wordsmith as you are. 🙂
thank you to all for your compliments – i write what flows at the moment from a well of words – the photos i feel i am lucky with – i rarely plan out an image- i rarely plan out how the words will flow – thank you all again
Very moved with this poem, Will!
thank you – love is such a variety of emotions that can invade or settle in our souls – and i am new to the emotion
You are new to it?? Lucky one. Or maybe unlucky. Depends on the view of what lucky means.
Is the person lucky who survives and angry sea or the one who was never tossed out?
i consider myself lucky having not fallen in love with any woman before in life and now have that feeling- it spreads the seeds of my words to be written- and to me we need feel the angry sea and being tossed out-and about