Wednesday, 24 December 2008


Born of stardust — passion grew it
your heart spins cold — the dark shows through it
your time long over — wandering far
reflecting on the ghost you are.

You’re just a glimmer — a mere gleam
no substance now — a fleeting dream
a memory of atoms flowing
crossing voids — afire — unknowing

every life’s a light in passing
but nothing born burns everlasting
however fierce — so die they must
worlds to ashes, stars to dust.

Jean Margaret Harvey

1 comment:

Tiago V. Barra said...

é sempre muito interessante ver as tuas interpretações dos meus posts.