Drifter

Drifting lights float through the sterile night air

Intangible glimpses of hope long lost

Slipping quickly through childlike fingers

 

An unending cycle of love gained then lost

Etches scars in a once peaceful heart

 

Timeless memories appear with the twinkling starlight

That one guiding hand’s gentle warmth

 

Quiet voices tap softly on fog-covered windows

Reminder of things as they were

And how light, though it comes, always leaves

 

Your haunting, ever patient, ever loving heart

Brings sanity just close enough to grasp

 

But fingertips never touch more than the surface

And your light drifts away by and by

Author's Note

a little different than my usual. not sure what i think of it yet.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem remind me of thinking too much. Allowing everything into our mind making us crazy.
"Your haunting, ever patient, ever loving heart
Brings sanity just close enough to grasp"
Many strong lines to this poem. I like the ending. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[PaperHearts]

I really liked this. You expressed your emotions in such an eloquent and fluid way, and I thought that the way you worded such simple things, such as the fog covered windows, was breathtaking and beautiful. I liked how the first stanza and the last stanza seemed to link together, and thought that the last line was a really poignant way to end the piece. Nice work,
~PaperHearts

[Ruth]

This is reflectively immersing!
A wonderful love, slightly different angle for you, but it works wonderfully!
A haunting feel to this one, a lingering of something that is hard to place the finger upon, LOVE it! lol
xx

[Liza]

this left much to the reader's imagination and it seemed to have flowed through you smoothly
to me it feels like something one is trying to grab but it is slipping through their fingers because it is so fragile yet has an immense power over the author's attention.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a very intimate portrait...a real tear jerker.

[MissWordSmith]

I love that you're expanding your range. Don't get me wrong, on this site I've always said, you're one of the best poets with 'rhyme', but this, this just blew me away on a whole new level. by the way, i just saw your writer's note... I didn't have to read it to know that this was different.
but hun, really, this is beautiful.

"Quiet voices tap softly on fog-covered windows

Reminder of things as they were

And how light, though it comes, always leaves"

The imagery, the beat to it, just the visions that flashed by, and the feelings i experienced while reading this, were all fabulous.

Keep it up missy ! :)

[Dev]

I love the imagery. One can almost very clearly imagine what is going on. A very good write.
"But fingertips never touch more than the surface
And your light drifts away by and by"
a very nice ending!