Portraits: Passing

A softness is known in the volume

The kiss of a kindred spirit

With the flash of a forgotten lash

None shall escape dry of tear

A whisper floats through the ether

She tells me tales of woe

But before I can ask her more

Her journey has continued

Here, Marilyn, is where you you put some text that talks about the series. I know that these are a sub-section of the Portraits series, but I think you talk about something in these portraits that should be highlighted. This idea of fading out of/into the background; the passing through space. I wrote something to help insire you.