Dust to Dust

“The night was empty. Endless turns down roads that never ran out. The wheels spun under gravel that hung in the air like my plea for you. My heart still bleeds for a love long taken. Buried underneath the weight of a dying sun my car sped further into the darkness of a black hole. The pull was unrelenting as I let my foot lay heavy on the pedal of our love. Every corner began a new cry. A new plea. Lost in this galaxy as you watched from above. Tears clutched my chest with the vengeance of gravity weighing down my earthly body. I need you. To hear your voice. To feel your love. As I drove further up the spiral staircase towards the heavens a soft glow faintly emerged from behind the mountains of my sorrow. With a tender embrace Luna wrapped me in her loving arms. Cradling her lost child of the night. I let my tears flow as the river below raced towards the open sea. It was you. With the undeniable strength of a thousand moons, pulling me tightly into our still beating love. It was you. With the safety of a father’s embrace. It was you. With the impossible love of past, present and future. For a love like ours never dies. Cradled in the crescent shine of our memories I felt your soft hands upon my shoulders. Taking me deeper into the soothing rays of what we used to be. As I peered upwards, my moon, our moon beckoned me closer and the radiance she gleamed only grew brighter as I let the horses of my engine run wild. I hear you my love. You are with me. Watching from above with a seat reserved by your side. You will always be here. Because a love like ours never dies. The cosmos knew that not even a setting sun could tear us apart. For we spoke in the tongue that Luna herself bled and as long as the darkness could be overturned with light we would be together. Even on those stormy nights, where my cries echo down canyons cut by dying stars I know you are there. Always and forever, just as you promised on your deathbed. For love, true love transcends all. Even in the agonizing debris your buried body can shine through gravel and pierce my soul. Love, no matter it’s heartbeat, is always alive and thriving. Death, therefore is not actually dying, but rather the transformation of a soul being set free in the universe of our hearts desire. With every last beating breath, I will choose love. Because love is the one true form capable of bringing us together. From dust to dust… carried through space and time to a place where you and I are one in the same.” Sara C Fry 

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Innocence of a Child

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“He sat with the innocence of a child while the sky around him parted and spoke of his emergence from the shadows. The edge of darkness lingered below as the sun shown its warmth upon his back as if it was tenderly teasing the blackness from the comforts of trembling heights. These are the days where you carelessly let your feet dangle on the borders of past and present. Reflection now wears the armor of healing rather than the familar loincloth of culpability. Beams of light bathe your body in a gentle embrace of freedom while your echoed voice etches the walls of history with the retrospection of your youth. Red and orange dust swirls around the narrow bends of the steep walls below. There it remains, sanding down your rough edges until all that stands is a silky sillouette radiating the vitality of the clear skies overhead. The past is a building block of which to evolve and grow. You are who you become, not who you’ve been. The unknown is a dangerous place to reside but nothing makes us feel more alive than a life lived on the crumbling sandstone ledge of mystery. Let the sun illuminate the dark canyons of yesterday. There is truth in adventure and darling the purity we find ourselves in soars with open wings above.” – Sara C Fry

Standing In A Masterpiece

“They drove, on washboard roads, wearing the finest sweatstained hiking clothes two weeks in the backcountry could fashion. The duo sat, side by side, each donning a smile that would out shine even the brightest of stars. They continued down a seemingly endless dirt road and each knew they were holding tickets to the real  happiest place on earth. The price of admission? A tank of gas and the desire to experience life to its fullest. The memories they were creating would be rooted deep in their core for the rest of days. Between each awkward bump, temporarily making them airborne, bursts of laughter could be heard in the distance. Onwards they drove. His foot on the gas and her hands clutching her chest for support. The setting sun was unlike any she had seen and she seared the vibrant canvas of the sky into her memory. Like a fine wine, nature was painting them a rich and bold sunset that only seemed to get better with time. Pinks, reds, yellows and blues came in ribbons overhead and the further they drove the more they unwrapped. As far as they could see, from the silhouetted mountains of the West to the contoured canyons of the East, the vibrant nature of the evening cloaked everything underneath in an almost surreal disbelief. The pastel pallet of Dusk was thrown to the wind. For this evening was about dramatic effect and nature seemed to be on a trip that would make even a sober person second guess their eyes. The hues of the evening eventually stopped them in their tracks as the trusty green Ranger skidded to a stop. They both stepped onto the gravel road. Dust circled them as if gingerly hugging their sandblasted bodies in appreciation. They stood in the middle of a masterpiece, each transfixed by the beauty of the dying day. Nothing could dampen the energy surging through the landscape. These are the moments we live for with the people we love…when words fall short, emotions run high, and the only sound was the rhythmic joy of their beating hearts pounding the song of the night.”20150921_193142

Boundless Opportunities

“As my head hits the hard compacted dirt I’ve gratefully chosen to call my bed for the evening I wonder if it’ll ever subside. I vividly dream of places I’ve never been with people I have yet to meet. The boundless opportunities to share love linger on my skin like a silken cocoon. Wrapped in visions of unknown yet familiar territories I close my wandering eyes and drift away from the shackles of consciousness as I free my spirit and dance through the realms of a universe beckoning to be explored. There’s one thing I know for certain – my human body knows the secrets of the soul and my cells will continue to dream and discover until my bones disintegrate and the dust of my past blankets every corner of this beautiful world.”

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Late Night Ramblings

“I was forged with a burning desire to experience as much as I allowed myself. No longer was the question of fathomability present. For I had felt the impossible and the illusion of limits had been dissolved. My mind had shifted and I knew that I possessed everything there ever was. The choice was mine, yet strangely it had already been solidified centuries before. The knowledge of “how far can I take this” had evolved into “how deep can I go” and because of that pristine truth I was forever open to the unimaginable.”

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Upcoming Book

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I am thrilled to announce that my first book is finished! What a wonderful experience! Now the joys of finding a publisher begin. I cannot wait to see where this goes! Beyond proud to be able to display such wonderful works of art from you beautiful souls! Keep spreading the love

 

Sara