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Wintering (1)

The day you both went away from me into the darkness of eternity;

I went into the deep darkness of my mind. Wintering in the blue-black of silence, where your voices can never be heard. It is good this wintering, it is like dreamless sleep, I'll do it another thirty years, as if you both never existed.


But small as a doll in my dress of innocence, I wander in the landscapes you left me behind in, the substanceless blue of distances. The day I woke, I woke near Graveyard Hill. I hear your voices in the wind call me there. I find your names; I find your bones, under a lonely, cramped stone askew by a broken, iron railing, the rusted metal steps leading up to you.


Haunted, awake, dreaming of you both, you haunt me for the rest of my life, your lucid images becoming, in time, vague and grey, meagre of dimension, slowly passing like the dreamy images of memories, that lost other world we lose by merely waking up into sanity.


For all those we’ve lost


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A link to my gallery; La Galleria de Luce



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Taken circa 2017