Some evenings, the light would thin, and I searched for you.
Some evenings, I dreamed you died before me. Perhaps that's not so strange.
But over time, I learned.
You can't step beyond the Earth's rotation. You must take hold. Shadows are different than their makers, and stones never shed the cold.
13 comments:
I really like that last paragraph and that line, 'stones never shed the cold'. Great writing Jason.
Beautiful words to match beautiful photographs.
Oh man, Jason. Powerful stuff.
Nice, Jason, very nice.
Yes I love the stones line too.
WOW! Great pictures, great words
That second picture is stunning.
This is beautiful.
Ooohhh, that last line made me shiver from the spirits that live with us and the memories that haunt and delight us.
That second picture is just gorgeous - the illumination of awareness above the darkness of death and the past.
Verilion, the last lines, for me, are the best I've written in a while. Beyond the metaphor and the nice rhyme, they have a lot personal meaning.
Lisa, thank you. :)
Jaye, many thanks, my friend.
Bernita, I know you don't use those words lightly. Thank you!
Apprentice, they're written from many experiences, many nights, I had when I was young.
Bev, much appreciated. :)
Joni, that is the Schuykill River (pronounced 'skookill') down below. Laurel Hill Cemetery in Philadelphia is breathtaking.
Mermaid, I like the glow of the sun in that shot also. Thanks for feeling the lines.
Very nice Jason. I really like the last sentence.
Jason, I'm always fascinted with your words and your pictures. Great stuff!
Vixen, thanks for taking a moment to ponder.
Joanne, great to see you! I always appreciate a catch-up visit. :) Hope you are doing well.
Did you notice that the light coming from the clouds seems to be forming a cross in the background? Pretty cool photo.
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