I wrote of love as if it were something I could share.
I said i do and i did but now i don't care.
I had it once and with it nothing could compare.
Now my desert heart beats in vain.
For there is no life here to sustain.
This hollow shell is all of me that remains.
Strangely enough there's no room for joy or pain.
Still I search the skies desperately  for...well.

A star shining in tranquility.