(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.