Gatsby

• Vasanth Krishnan, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2014

reaching for a light the shimmers in the distance,
step by step,
a clear path in sight.
realising the light is behind him,
there is nothing he can do.

longing to grasp it
whilst the soul trembles
a sight that shall not be seen ,
all for one.

a crisp, clean sight,
blocked by the foggy horizon,
a sharp light piercing through
like a sunset

trying,
never loosing sight
until it is he who has driven the sunset away