Behind the Sparkling Light, The Sea, Delicate Dreams & Other Poetry

By David B. Gosselin

Featured in New Lyre Summer 2022

Behind the Sparkling Light 

Behind the sparkling light in all men's eyes, 
Across the wide arcade of twinkling skies 
Reside the hidden dreams of those who died, 
Who knew their tears had not been vainly cried. 
Their story goes like many who have gone, 
Yet, nameless, still resounds their clarion: 
Like the winds that carry on the trumpet's call 
Or some lone hand to catch us as we fall, 
The smallest flicker must become our guide, 
Our only guide through life's uncertain tide, 
Like glimpsing the light of a nameless star 
Who leads us to ‘n fro places afar. 
Such things as turn men's sights into a haze 
May be those things which change our ways, 
Like that shining light of a nameless star 
Out in the corner of the skies afar, 
Which causes us to wonder at the sky 
Where all the secrets of human hearts lie. 
Our wits lie solely in these shapeless skies 
Whose forms to the eye remain in disguise, 
But light when caught in the corner of one’s eye 
Across the arcades of the mind's peaks high, 
That twinkling speck in the eyes of mortals 
Reminds us all of that immortal; 
Like that shining light of a nameless star, 
Out in the corner of the skies afar.