Golden Light Poem by Steve Wheeler

Within the empires of my mind
and through all my great imaginings;
across the vast, empty terrains of time
and in the folly of my frantic gatherings;
within the chambers of my heart
or flashing ‘cross the unseen universe,
my life and soul ends where it starts,
I live for better or for worse.

None could replace the music of your voice
the frisson of your smiling face,
and no amount of warm solace
could substitute for your amazing grace.
So in my lucid waking dreams
I hold onto your presence tight
The emptiness of loss, I fear
and the dying of your fragile, golden light.

© Steve Wheeler 2021