Poem: Golden

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #8.)

Bright flash of celestial light
pulls me from the dark of night.
Wish I may that wish I might –
there’s no way to make this right.

You can’t find the real me
there’s no way you’ll ever see
Look right there where I should be
Now glance away; count to three…

I’m still standing in that place-
Your eyes refuse to find my face.
Where am I in time and space?
How did I earn your disgrace?

I have faded past my prime
yet for you I’d make the climb
I’d unwind the hands of time
if once again you’d be mine

My fading trajectory
embraces this treachery
I linger in reverie:
at the end we are memory.


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