Death Of A Playwright Poem by Katy Fulker

I cried today,
For some far-off distant light
I never touched,
But was touched by
And thought of,
When reality was losing sight.

A tear for what?
A wisdom deep enough to crack the mind
Of those sunken,
And those floating
Just barely
Enough, with some point to find.

The tears will rest,
As the dream fades into the swallowing sky,
And the forgotten
Will never forget
Their fortune,
Of your words on their lips as they whisper goodbye.