So many lights gone out.
Ones loved and lost
that would shine for us
through the years, each
with their own intensity.
Some brilliantly; others
modestly but steadily,
always there to guide us.
Now - gone out.
How grey life seems
without them, as if
a mist now surrounds us,
through which no light
can ever filter. Yet even
the greyist of mists
can break into droplets,
and these become beautiful,
suspended on wintry branches,
touched by rays of sun.
Each one sparkling
diamond-bright, as a prism
of rainbow light.
So it is with our lights gone out.
They are never truly gone;
their radiance only extinguished
for as long as we choose.
I love this poem, it's such a pleasure to read how the lights that guide us leave our world grey in their absence, and yet are never truly gone. You describe so well how people feel when they have lost a loved one. I'm so glad you gave everyone this comforting ending.
A well written and thought out poem, Susy. I would agree that one's light is never truly gone - just shining in a different place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, very inspired.