At a reunion held in an old family church, I found the two boys by themselves in a corner of the room. I nearly ran over people to sneak a shot of their innocence. I overheard the older one say how he would protect the younger one and stand up for him if anyone messed with him. No alterations were made to the photograph and no filters were used.
At a reunion held in an old family church, I found the two boys by themselves in a corner of the room. I nearly ran over people to sneak a shot of their innocence. This close-up of the younger boy captured his thoughtful reflection. No alterations were made to the photograph and no filters were used.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Misted platinum wafting by lures a nymph to dance,
Sprinkles falling, laughter rising, spinning pure romance.
Fragile wings spiral higher, flirting with the sun.
Captured by a passerby, innocence begone.
Discarded leaves tumble past in muted reddish hues,
Coldness slowly settles in, vibrance does recuse.
Sadness looks with longing eyes out into the world,
Kindness brings a soft caress, silken wings unfurl.
Loving smile, a whispered touch, sends a soul to soar.
Bonds are broken in sweet flight, freedom evermore.
To the heavens angel flies, heartbeat starts to stall,
Grounded, solid arms do reach, there to catch the fall.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
