As shadows of the darkness descend
The remains of what we all begin
Embark the journey to the end
Of time
Like waves upon the ocean wild
Sometimes meek and sometimes mild
Like the voice of a child
We search
As trees sway in the bitter cold
The young at heart are too so old
Under skies so brilliant blue
And sunrise of the palest hue
Just to murmur “I love you”
Once more
As darkness comes before the dawn
Unveiling here this weary pawn
Just as the first breath has been drawn
We die.
A Photographer's Heart 