Remembering Gatsby
At the western tip in the island’s night, Bereft of stars, bereft of light I stared at a sea I couldn’t see, I breathed the emptiness inside me The saving grace was a distant beam A saber of gold, a lighthouse gleam The world reminding, there’s something to fight – A ray of hope, a distant light But even there, the truth had a lie, It came, it went, in the blink of an eye As if, the earth will give – but not all you need If you ask for a tree, you’ll find a seed… ____________________________________________ Of all the thoughts that I left behind, It was Gatsby great who came to mind, His light in green across the bay, Always there, but so far away Where every tale has a Daisy bloom, A spark of light in a sea of gloom, Come, disappear as you please, Or bestow some hope across the seas Just like the lighthouse spark of gold A tropic of warmth in a bay of cold You can stretch your arms as far as you can, The light spi
