on the death of this photographer
don't grieve
when his time comes to leave
memories as images left behind
a magic he tried to weave
adding to the flesh of a memory
a new hope to perceive
bound to blood
his spiritual belief
doomed that
on the emulsion of his soul
love he could not conceive
a touch he did receive
it was her fine way to achieve
an imagery in a spiders net
tremulously to deceive
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
On The Death Of This Photographer
