I wrote words before,
polished promises
I lost hold of
at nights by the sea
as the waves stripped
all that was fantasy
from all that was reality.
I lost words
I’d promised to hold
for longer than time would allow
but time is not to be toiled with,
time takes no prisoners,
time is not on our side,
the tide comes and goes
like life, like love, like lines,
the ones we write and
the ones we cross.
I can promise now
nothing but now,
nothing but this hold
where hope is held
without being spoken,
I promise to hold you
as we wash over time,
further, deeper into the waves
to see what the tides
think of us, to see if we float
united, or fall under
in separate streams.
I promise, I promise.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Audio version available on Soundcloud:
memadtwo
“I lost words/I’d promised to hold”–that rings true. (K)
deuxiemepeau
Unfortunately it does, too often at times xx