Ghost clouds gather
over an ice-cold ocean of marble
we cannot break through.
Maybe there is something deeper
within its depths
that we have missed.
All breath is naked.
Movement has been muffed.
The air rigid.
Nothing left to cover up.
I blush under your absence
or do I blush
before the cold truth;
this is it, we are alone,
we will end one day.
All we have failed to learn
will fall through space
like stars,
burnt out
before they’d even begun.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
Beautiful, Damien–though a sad truth.
I guess sometimes there is beauty in sadness when it is accompanied by the truth
If only we could fall like stars…
and I love the photo too. (K)
Thanks Kerfe, I tried to turn a warm sunset in Korea into something a little moodier
A melancholic beauty. I pray, hope-filled still? Gorgeous photo!
Thank you Paula. I think you’ve just penned a delicate Haiku in your response:
A melancholic beauty.
I pray
Hope-filled still
I love it 👏👏🤗🤗
HaHa brilliant eye. Best to you.