Two Points of View ~ A collaboration

You never know where inspiration comes from. I came across @This_is_Talon over on Twitter and have been so moved by her photography. I've been writing captions to her photos over the last month and I wanted to put them together here in a post to celebrate the beauty of images and words that have come together from two total strangers.

Please visit her blog http://talonted.blogspot.ca/   she is a very gifted writer as well.

 

flying free I watch

untethered, unbound

lifting my own wings

for the wind to catch

and take hold



 

 

 

In this mystical place

I see your face

Beneath a slivered moon

And once again

I feel



 

 

 

 

sky reflected into

a shimmering ripple

seeing clouds floating on water

I want to drift away

 

 

 

brave and bold

her legs tremble

and she wobbles a bit

but tomorrow

you will only see a flutter

and hear thundering hooves

 

 

 

 

 

 

drifting aimlessly

without care to time or day

floating on ripples

crystalline blue

lost in thought

and dreams

 

 

 

 

 

we sit

perched high above

watching with a knowing eye

as we have done

and seen

this all

together

 

 

 

 

 

I watch your petals unfurl

exposing the trueness of you

and I gasp at the beauty

of what I see

before me

 

 

 

touch me

can you feel the scars?

I have lived a lifetime

collecting them

like badges of honor

I wear them now

with pride

 

 

 

 

 

 

and under that painted sky

I see you

deep pink hues

reflecting the beauty

of your tender face

 

 

 

reaching with outstretched limbs

toward the light

solid core

rooted deep

the growing has begun

 

 

 

 

 

one tender fluttering wing

caught in the glimpse of an eye

the distraction left me breathless

left me smiling

 

 

 

 

 

 

and is this how I shall travel

from here

and maybe to there?

hovering above my reflection

for balance

arms stretched wide

 

 

 

 

 

unexpressed emotions

threaded along the branch

that grows out of the core

dangling patiently

waiting to be chosen

picked

 

 

 

 

and I soar

high above all that

has ever held me in place

free, finally

to become

who I am

 

 

 

All photos credited to

Talon

All words credited to

Andrea