Dennis Lange


Vestige - Poem by Dennis Lange

A silent, speeding, shooting star
Flashed 'cross the night sky's dark;
Then gone, except it etched within
My memory a mark.

That's all that's left of that brief burst,
The life that was a light,
That dazzled as it dashed across
The ebony of night.

When my swift flight is o'er and there's
No longer light nor place,
My soothing thought as shooting star:
I left somewhere a trace.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 9, 2014



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