In Tune

Singing to me, your soprano silences my thoughts and you pervade my naked heart with metaphors of your tinted shell. Surely I am worn as you enclose existence to my song! A smile lends loveliness to an open carcass, your emotion I borrow and I am proud to have lived this fantastic fiction. As a recipient of your lenient arms and resilient love, I am openly and harmonically in tune to your melody.

You fill me, I stir you and then we are one. My heart beats, sweat pours from your breast as we consume this affection; you reach those elevations never sought, and what’s unbelievably, intriguing I have fallen totally immersed in being captivated by you.

My attentions become limp and I know at this instant that I want you more than this Canon which lay in my arms. You capture me, sense’s leaves me, emotionally, I’m unmistakenly your boo! You saturate me as you concentrate me, when you visit with me I get even more hopelessly and diversely in tune to your harmony.

Play for me a verse of that note I so love to hear; your smile, oh how I lust to see. To be alone with you, to hold you, to love the one I’ve grown to know – this describes everything in phrase which completes me; And in my heart this choice I know to be so true, it charms me, just to know how in tune I am with you…

To my love, my wife for the many nights of having Envizion Photography (EP) in bed with us. Just so you know, you flow through my veins!


Somehow I feel that I shouldn’t share these words that are so close to me though as I read it how can I not I ask myself. It’s not a tribute to the lost but a roadmap to a peace. These words being two years old as I read them still they invoke something that cries out to say, “Live”! I believe that we are so much more connected to one another than most of us are willing to entertain. Life is a canvas of many moments which contain many pictures and mine says to me live; not in uncertainty but live in freedom of the knowledge and in it share it because you never know who you will touch by doing so!

These words are from my writings a couple of years ago titled, “Breathe, Her Last Breath before Goodbye”

As I sit here starring into the shell of a woman who has the authority to invoke any emotion within me with each moment my superman exterior begins to breakdown and I realize that I am not so strong especially when my heart is overcome with this kind of grief and silence. I am comfortable with the fact that we must live and that we must die; I’m am very uncomfortable with those terms. In my tough exterior I can even maintain when someone close to me passes.  Death itself is merely a means to an end though the journey to death is the road that wipes the strength from even the strongest of man. Love is the strongest virtue of a person and offers fuel to the emotion of loss – while the depression of thought consumes our being because we hold on to it with such a firm grip as if something in it will change! The only change that will come is when we decide to let go. Our reality is shaped by the things that we hold on to for those are the things that we treasure. How can I be a better man if my continence is in the past? I pull from my past while living my present the result is my future – the destiny of who I will be is directly tied to what I believe. My past becomes more of a road map vice a centerpiece for life.

Thank you for reading Derrick.