Photography, Poetry and Art Projects by Ciaran Burke

Rendezvous

 

Your fall,

golden death, so admired.

Wind blown, destination

unknown.

A surrender to the air

laid to temporary relief.

Vulnerable, at mercy to the elements.

no control of destiny,

a hostage to fate.

Nature, the cruel mistress

does not let her subjects rest,

a whimsical breath

and they obey.

I am glad that I met you,

for those brief moments

loving your imperfection,

charmed by your injured self.

Your wound, so open,

darkness, so beautiful.

Then we parted, your jouney unfinished.

I watched you tumble, turn and fall.

I returned to my reality 

enriched by our transient rendezvous.

 

– Ciaran Burke

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