ST128 ... Where are you my love?

Is there not a drop of blood left waiting?

Where are you? Hiding for so long. I may die in the streets, crawl into a ditch. I may starve, unknown, forgotten. Where are the promises given so religiously, in the bars and cafes, on someones death bed? Is there no time to feel my pain, to see the beauty i see? Will you turn away forever? Is there not a drop of blood left waiting?

Is there no time to feel my pain, to see the beauty i see?

I have accepted my fate. My words caress the images that had shone their light upon me. In times of gloom and solemn atmosphere shades of gray lay their magic hues across my eyes, the lens of my camera, the heart of my mind. I thank you for that. I walked a whole life time thru the ruins of crashing light and soft form to persuade you to shine your light upon me. I asked quietly. I am a photographer. I am a writer. I photograph you, i write about you. You have been my only true friend as i walk these streets and trails and watch time die at every glance. You are my love, your tender neck long as the day is long, your velvet lips rouge as the night is blind. You have been everything to me. My life has been your life.

Where are you, success, i am dying. Life is coming to an end and you have not performed. The stage is set, the curtain is up, the audience is waiting, the lights are tempting themselves to dance. The floor is bare. Where are you my muse, my sacred freind, my true love?

I need you. I need your freedom. I need the touch of your spirit to be real. I can't live with out you; but you make it so hard, sometimes; so shy, so quiet when you could expose me to the world, get what i deserve. I accept my fate, whatever it may be. I see, i see, i am seeing.

Time Dying - Impressionistic Photographs of SanMiguel deAllende, Guanajuato, Mex. - Photographic Book By Patrick Wey

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(added thoughts…. a surreal relationship with sweet Sweet Marie)

Bob Dylan - Absolutely Sweet Marie

[Verse 1]
Well, your railroad gate
You know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I just sitting here, beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

[Verse 2]
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
Yeah, when you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

[Bridge 1]
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately

[Verse 3]
Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were finally delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
Alright, so where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

[Bridge 2]
Well, I don't know how it happened
But the riverboat captain, he knows my fate
But everybody else, even yourself
They're just gonna have to wait

[Verse 4]
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?

[Verse 5]
Well, I been in jail when all the mail showed
That a man can't give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wondering where you are tonight, sweet Marie