JOURNEYS, PART 12; THE ALMOSTS

Trust time to remember the dream

where the river was a rhapsody

we attempted to outrun,

never knowing

how much the melody

would meander.

We were minor steps

trying to make our motions major,

swept up in golden grains of thoughts

that slipped through our minds

like the waves along the shore.

Trust time to remember

the journeys we never fully dreamt.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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