O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:

moonlight

rippling on a pond

the way we go

I ceased to be myself when I loved you. I become someone more, as did you. Together, let our intertwined hands hold fast as long as they can!

night breeze

fluttering

of last Autumn’s leaves

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,

deep night

unrelenting

insomnia

What can I hold on to that doesn’t slip away? Who are you, some days? Who am I?

softening sky

a lone song bird

before dawn

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

morning twilight

how the mists move

across the grass

Our love can’t end our struggle, much as we wish it could. All we can hope is that together, we bear it with better grace.

brightening purple

more birdsongs

from the yard

Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

breaking dawn

the glistening

of morning dew

Let us stand our ground! Let us move in the moment together! Is not together all we have, for now?

sunlight

rippling on a pond

the way we go

for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Shade #writephoto

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