Everything stopped
the wind
the birds
even the grandfather clock
in vain was to spin the platter
it couldn't be changed
it couldn't be buried
it is Life
and it will never die
Nothing else mattered
only the moment
the endless feeling
the white emotions of doves
one eternal moment
when eyes met eyes
and heart touched heart
while flowing was the Light
from the very new soul
to the other one in love
~Piccola
Piccola, as always, your artwork is stunning. And your words carry that deep, deep emotion. You create a sensation of everything coming to a stop and stilling in the moment.
I think this could be even stronger with imagery of how the wind and birds and clock stopped, to bring us right to the moment. I'd like to know a bit more about what are "the white emotions of doves".
Maureen, thank you! When I wrote 'white emotions of love' I thought of peaceful feeling of love.
Piccola, as always, your artwork is stunning. And your words carry that deep, deep emotion. You create a sensation of everything coming to a stop and stilling in the moment.
I think this could be even stronger with imagery of how the wind and birds and clock stopped, to bring us right to the moment. I'd like to know a bit more about what are "the white emotions of doves".