Just a quick poem about Gatsby pining over Daisy that I wrote a while ago. Please review!
Distance
"As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape" -John Lancaster Spalding
Voices rise and fall
Tides ebb and flow.
Laughter rings out,
Sparkling sleigh bells bright.
Colors whirl
Gold drips from silver tongues.
Dizzy, giddy they spin
Bacchus has come to play.
But that was yesterday.
And the world keeps spinning
No matter how I try to halt it.
The cold brings an ache
As I lie among the trampled grass.
Alone, I stare at the black expanse
Pricked with dreams unutterable.
At times, you think
You can
Reach out your hand
And capture a star.
Triumph!
The taste of victory
Swirls sweetly
Across your lips.
But you pull back your fist
And spread your fingers
To find nothing but
Empty hopes.
Many have attempted
To craft a bridge
To the stars
Woven from fantasy.
But when they attempt to ascend
Fantasy's all it is
No more substance
Than a wisp of smoke.
The world keeps spinning
No matter how I try to halt it.
The past is called such
For a reason
Because the hour has passed
And can never come again.
Memory is such a precious thing
And yet so fickle
Combining truth and fantasy
Until the two are as one
Confusing your reality.
The world keeps spinning
No matter how I try to halt it.
Why did I never see
The distance between you and me?