And I cry
for so many losses
so many ties
that burn, that bind
waving in a lit-up
trail of dark..
there is the Starman
now up above in his glory
his beautiful music forever
penetrating
our souls
There is the precious love
of a friend, gone her way
leaving him to mourn her glow
So many others..actors,
musicians of our youth

And what of my precious love?
He lives. Yes, he lives
yet is no longer
mine, perhaps
never was
just an illusion of light
in my ever long tunnel
of sparkling darkness.

And now
I gather up
the shards
put back together
my heart of
glass