We were golden

then,

 

as golden as

your copper curls

 

still bright, but

cutaway to frame

 

your serious years.

 

We blazed the nights

& hurtled through

 

the days, creating

films across a stage

 

you grew to own.

 

Some of us

have fallen

 

by the way;

 

still recognised

in bleary shots,

 

& some no longer

claim to fly.

 

You were golden

then, immortal

 

in your beauty:

untouched by love

 

by life, candescent

in your vision.

 

Now to see your

name embellished

 

high, it makes me

smile, your radiance

 

filters through,

I sigh:

 

remembering the glitter

& the tears.

 

We were golden then.

 

 

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