I am free in the morning,
in this morning town,
slipping from slumber
like skin from sheets,
like wings above clouds
that come a calling
and I am falling
falling in love with light
can feel it sparkling,
even at day break,
even when days break,
falling for all that caresses carefree,
I am not constant,
no longer, not caught,
I am on course like the stars
I course through clouds, up from down,
I am clear of connection, of weight,
of all that heaves over heart,
I am more made of mind,
romance redirected in songs scripted
from memories and moments measured
in the heights that held us
and not the fights that harmed us.
I am cutting from my own carcass my own canyon
in the soil of the soul,
more whole than helpless,
brave the bird that breaks
from the nest to find fortune in freedom.
Freedom is a solo flight;
to touch the stars
you have to know how to hold the night.
I am man now,
brave begotten from boy,
gotten braver, better, broader,
brought back to basic; the characteristic core of all creation.
Shadows are quaint covers now
that come in from the cold
when comfort is called.
Shadow is not all sinister, sun is not always safe.
We are starlight
making our way
through the darkness
before we fall to dust,
trying to decipher the difference
between delight and distraction
along the paths we are potters on.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly. From a series inspired by Joni Mitchell albums.
This is a repost for a week of Stars and Moons
5 thoughts on “POTTERS ON THE ROAD”
This has got to be one of my absolute favorites Dami! Wow! Incredible! The uplifting imagery tugs at the soul. My fave line: “to touch the stars
you have to know how to hold the night.” Just brilliant! I’m keeping this one.
Oh Paula, thank you. It’s all yours 🤭😘
such a pleasure to read!
Ah, thank you so much, that’s such a pleasure to hear 😊🤗
🙂 you are so very welcome