The Light Falls Dim.
A fallen star, literally.
You drift away, diamond
dust lost on a summer’s
breath. Yet you rose,
an arc of gold, to span
a road travelled alone.
I search for you where
four winds dance,
casting my plea at their
feet, but dim the light
that rests with you,
and far from me
it falls.
Love the imagery in this Sue wishing on a star, not sure about four winds it feels out of place maybe warm breeze dances? either way, still very much enjoyed. Best Keith
Thank you Keith, I’m so pleased you enjoyed the imagery, this person has been a guiding light for me over 45 years, but due to his well publicised bad behaviour during and after the breakdown of his marriage I had to re evaluate my feelings and this poem is about that journey, I think finally I am on the path back to that light. The ‘four winds’ was something I mulled over for ages, He is a much toured singer/musician just turned 70, travelling the globe so four winds seemed appropriate for him, plus this has been a rough path… Read more »
The line breaks go quite a way in deepening the mood and meaning. Diamond dust is a remarkable notion. It seems precious and yet so impossibly elusive. Well done.
Thank you Ross, I’m pleased you liked the diamond dust, and your description of it is exactly what I was trying to convey. Sue.
Hi Sue. The background to this poem is I know a much travelled road. And yet you feel inspired by those long miles behind you and the inevitable emptiness of the road ahead.
The imagery is clear and I so wish that that the ‘arc of gold’ would appear once more for you.
Michael
That’s very kind of you thank you, the ‘arc of gold’ may never be as bright again, but after 46 years it will never be completely extinguished of that I am positive. 🙂 Sue.