041



white
fading into white,
she wrapped herself
in silence.

.
.

040



adoration could take many forms.

.
.

039



lost to the world,
she had become world.
.
.

038



resting in her silence
she breathed the other.


037



even those
in the still dark
could discern
her glimmers
among the shadows.


036



she offered
the merest glimpse
of her shadow world,
and yet within those
subtle shades
one would find oneself
gazing upon pure desire.


035



failure,
though not sought,
was welcomed
whenever it arrived.


034



her words, a score
to punctuate the silence,
a melody that only she can hear.
.
.

033



it was the little things
of her world
that shone the brightest.


032



it was easy to mistake
her tenderness for shyness.


031



a wisp of white
in the vast blue,
by saying the unsaid
she returned to silence.


030



wherever she was
became a shore.


029



whether places,
or things,
or light,
she preferred to remain
on the verge.


028



following her gaze
would always lead
to a sun shining
in an impossible sky.



just so you know...



Wedding the images of Roxana Ghita with text by Michael Tweed, the beautiful foolishness of things is the gentle companion to however fallible: the revolution of everyday life.

Unless otherwise noted all images © Roxana Ghita, text © Michael Tweed.