Distant Glimmer

Under a bruised sky,

Love has passed me by.

Golden days

Streak my mind’s eye,

And I lock them away,

A distant glimmer

Lost in memory’s haze.

No need for the tease

Of hope on replay,

The false shimmer,

Illusion’s trapeze.

I’ll revel in the dark

With the burned out stars.

~*~

Via Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt