Monday, May 2, 2022

The Speed of Light


How can I mourn the death 

of a star that shone so brightly,

a beacon that lit my days

and called me home at night?

We are all stardust, pieces 

of heaven drifting in space, 

taking our place in eternity;

a gift of light for those 

able to see the glimmer, the hope, 

the spark that burns in each of us.

No, I do not mourn but celebrate

the radiance that lit my night,

still blazing through infinity

traveling at the speed of light


© Ginny Brannan 2022

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