I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea. Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would empty my soul as the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads. Sara Teasdale
In middle school I had a brief love affair with poems. I thought I would grow up to become one of those moody poets writing cascading words about love and nature. Trying my pen at it for awhile, my hope of being a poet quickly evolved to the hope of being a songwriter…funny thing was, I wasn’t very good. Turns out, my passion was in watching people and writing whatever imaginary story I could think up about their lives. As time has passed, I still find that I have some love for poetry. Not for writing it, mind you, but there are certain times when the mood just calls for reading through some poetry. If I’m being completely honest, it’s more like skimming until I find something that pricks my soul, but saying “I read through poetry” sounds better than “I just casually glance through poetry”.
Now that I’ve grown up, my aspirations of writing poems and songs has faded. In its stead is a love of watching people through my lens and capturing their love, their story. And while I will always find that my soul soars in writing, I will gladly spend my days capturing two people in love with still frames and just casually glance through poetry.