The mythological figure of being sky high.

The light of life that
passed before his very eyes
was no more a comet in disguise
in yesterday’s passing
where the remembrance
would be aligned
in tomorrow’s constellation
up with all the other
ghost lanterns shining bright
that still burn.

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[barleygirl]

Reminds me of the song "Shooting Star" by Bad Co, except you seemingly address the masses as well as the heroes. So many of the brightest stars burn out & we are left with smoldering night skies. I love the phrase "ghost lanterns" & how you used it to crown your message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie