We were golden



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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