Tuesday, June 20, 2006

LISTEN...


LISTEN...
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.
Listen…

The storm is raging and I’ve run so far on this black sand that the small beach town is now only a dim distant light.
Whitewater, seaweed and driftwood swirl around my feet as ocean waves battle the land for territory.
All I can feel is the drifting ocean spray mixed with driving rain and tears against my face.

Running; I let my arms hang by my side and hold them out just a little as if to fly, while leaning into the wind
I turn my face skywards to feel the rain and notice the storm front above moving over me like a prowling black cat.

I slowly stop , it seems all of creations is screaming at me.
I sit in the sand running my hands through my soaked hair,
I look out to sea and call………
I put my head between my knees.

I listen….

Again I call… “it has to be now”!!
Moments go by and I hear my heart beat slow and by breathing settle.

I can still feel the rain on my face but behind this dune it’s soft like fingers tips touching my cheek.
The wind now dulled by my shelter I hear the ocean so clear, like thousands of voices speaking in the same tone.

I listen…

Beside me the grass reeds softly blowing touch my hand as if to get my attention.
I raise my head to catch the sun making a last effort to touch the southern sky spraying orange and yellow against a jet-black horizon.

And I listen …

Sunday, June 11, 2006

rivers of tears


rivers of tears
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.