THE LIGHT CATCHER

You made the headlines- no you didn’t shoot it.
You even got the breaking story… not knowing it.
You were on the radio…not there to hear it.
The headlines read:
The light capturer left, passed away, dead.

The news broke
And you were gone
Just like that …in a heart beat..
Hung from your living room…
Rope around your neck, strangled to death without a breath…
You were dead, passed away and gone but never forgotten.

Rage, rage strangled red and raw
I screamed, angered at how you saw
The only path
Led to this pathetic and violent end
Distinguished the magnificent flame of you
Just over some misguided feelings of what you could not mend...

So now what remains?
Is your remains…
Sprinkled across the ocean
As vast as this confused empty emotion…
Anger, sadness, regret and finally some relief
Of Acceptance... Of Love...Of hope..
Of seeing you swimming, free, happy and whole..


Leaving only the perfect postcard pictures…
Of light you captured
of laughter and moments gone by..

And all we have is the wonder
Of beautiful perfect postcard pictures
That you captured
The light of
Times with you gone by…