Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: sunlight

At the point of convergence Between time and eternity, Light pierces the clouds, And possibility Refracts For a moment. As the reminder lingers, I lean into the brevity Of the story, Until the sun Shines hot Once more.

Across the sea A thousand swords Forged in the sun Gather. Uniform, abstract. Their silent dance Mesmerises, and Avalon ascends For a moment, Refracting in A myth once glimpsed, Sucked in to a sanctuary Of destruction. Sinking back into Victorian benches, The wood calms, And I look back Towards the town, Where the old soldier Watches From his wheelchair.

The soft tread Of your footsteps Did not surprise me That winter's day. Disappearing behind trees The sun made no attempt To follow. And you said nothing, So he conspired Whilst you made Fractals. It was then, Without shelter And far from home, I began walking The shadow Dappled path. Through the years.

Holding a ladder She sang And you saw. Then, climbing Right past With a swag bag, Your ghost made No footprints In the frost, As she watched The frozen sunset Slip behind The brightest day.

Mist covers everything I know How did I get here? My name matters not. I am unacknowledged. I stay awake Through the night. Until dawn, Looking for a home.

Come away with me, oh human child, to the waters and the wild, with a fairy, hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. W B Yeats

Lasting less than Ten days, They lurch In vain. I frame a few, Hoping to make them Everlasting. But they remain Anonymous, Among a million Others That strive Not to fade Out of memory.

And here are the trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass, and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes - how shall I negate this world whose power and strength I feel? Albert Camus

Sunlight weaves its silver, Transient in desolate brevity. Leaving as soon as it arrives. Always unseeing. I open my eyes And wander in the dark.

The spring chill Never easy to ignore, Beds down the dusk, And the camellia tree That sparkled only Twelve hours before, Shakes black As the skulk unleashes. Then, later Hands cover ears While the dawn Waits for the sun, The great deceiver, To return Imperceptibly, Never revealing It's misdeeds, Until the ever present Warning of birdsong Laments the break Of day, once more.

Was it you walking Behind me Under blue skies, Before the day Turned to evening? Shapes on The shoreline. A dream once vivid. Moments That came to pass, And then forgotten, Until sadness Whispered them to life.

Morning star, Out of the winter sun You appeared in black With chords of comfort, And all the songs I had ever known. I traded my soul For a lyre For you to play. And when the darkness Came I listened, until The nightingale Set me free.