Speak to me of summers past
when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet
with long grasping fingers
as we ran through the night
quicksilver
chasing fireflies through an indigo sky
living completely in the moment
us, on the cusp of adulthood
you, innocently offering cupped hands
to hold moonlight for me
the radiance you captured
carved your image
into my night
me, changed by sudden awareness
of your beauty
and how dear I held you in my heart
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Image by Gregory Crewdson
Brave & Reckless 
Oh my. this is amazing.
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Thank you Sarah– very much inspired by S. Francis and S.K. Nicholas’ pieces. I wanted to capture some of the flavor of both
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I believe you managed. 😊
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Thank you Sarah!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you
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That’s lovely.
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Thank you so much.
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Really beautiful poem, love the line cupped hands/held moonlight
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Thank you. Most definitely inspired by your piece and S.K.’s
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I see that in your words. His piece was really excellent.
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Your pieces together made an indelible impression on me. Sang me a duet of innocence, living in the moment, joy and melancholy, and the mysteries of love. Of course, I could just be weird! 😉
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Gorgeous.
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Thank you Eric.
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you Eugenia
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Phenomenal!
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Thank you so much!
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This was wonderful, Christine. It made the moment come alive in such a beautiful way.
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It is very kind of you to say so S.K.
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This is such a beautiful and innocent poem. I love the feeling of being a teenager, and of the sudden realisation that someone you’ve known for a long time is actually so much more than a friend.
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I’m so glad I captured that for you!
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