Impressions
My eyes trace the curves
filigree curlicues
etched
into what was once a smooth sheet
Blue peeks through
adding a pillow of soft
to the sculpted edges
Shadows cast on concrete
echo as sunlight
passes through
cooling the midday rays
Texture tap dances
on my heart
rhythms as reminders
that life takes place
in the spaces between
touch the raised surfaces
the dips and cutouts
the places we feel
leaving impressions
imprints
of life lived
©Douillard
Thinking Through My Lens 
Music fills the gaps —
rhythms as reminders —
the blue sky singing
the sun in my ears, and every
shaped shadow of raised
surface — where the texture
tap dances with time —
becomes counterpoint,
a soft descending melody to
these rising lines
–Kevin, trying to use a few of your phrases
I love my lines dancing with your lines to create a whole new piece! Thanks Kevin.