In the late-dimming moments of twilight I sat beside a child's tomb So somber, silent- that coming night So forlorn and so lonely the child's tomb Yet in that mirthless moment Gathered round memoriam stone A host of watchful faces Ever-seeing, protectful-watching here and beyond The child's soul is resting Here there is no pain Only silent evening-dimming And cold-night coming and stone and graves "Sight Beyond" © 2018 Tim Stevens #photography #graves #cemetery #35mmphotograp

In the grand dining room, I met a Lady in Black and a Lady in White. Though I looked long into both their eyes, they took no notice. They looked ever forward- one severe, one serene, their gaze seemingly fixed on something beyond those lush surroundings. Something beyond... perhaps behind... or passed. There were sisters I think. Madame Noir. Madame Blanche. "Madame Noir" © 2018 Tim Stevens "Madame Blanche" © 2018 Tim Stevens