The light was losing itself to shadow.
Only a suggestion remained of what had once been.
The seas and the seasons had taken the rest.
He struggled up the hill.
He stood again, after all the years, on their spot,
on the whips of life tenting up through the dead grasses as the ruins watched him.
She’d been 19 when he asked her to marry him there.
She’d worn her mother’s perfume and a smile.
He’d only been 17 but he’d found all he’d ever needed.
Goodbye, he cried into the shadow of the day as he released her ashes.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph of Dunure Castle along the South Ayrshire coastline in Scotland.
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Jane Dougherty
The perfect tragedy.
deuxiemepeau
Thanks Jane
Theanne aka magnoliamoonpie
tragic but quite lovely
deuxiemepeau
Thank you for reading
Theanne aka magnoliamoonpie
You’re very welcome…
juniorchillsofficial
A lot of the music I write and play is based on life experiences experienced by me which I know people can connect with in some way, shape or form. I wrote a song called ‘Goodbye’ for this purpose to show how, although someone may be gone in life they can still be there in your dreams so you will never forget them…it’s something different. It’s not your usual song I suppose…if you fancy it, take a look at it and maybe read a few lines of my blog which I put up for each song. I try to get people to appreciate where the song has come from. Thanks anyway for this…https://juniorchills.wordpress.com/2016
deuxiemepeau
I will surely come and check you out