Last night was full of paper stars
big old moon & scudding clouds
& from the corner of the bar
beyond the blur of shifting glass
I heard the crash of breaking heart.
Your golden love is hard to shake
I lived those days we walked the beach
hand in hand we surfed the sea,
sailed away in dreamless sleep
enfolded in your bear like reach
but fate & life have run us through
a severed link a silent tomb
of all we had to give & live
those summer days when laughter
reigned: now far away.
Tonight is full of paper stars
I crumple them in wordless hands
& I can’t sleep in broken arms
your voice reverbs in inner ear
telling me you’re lost to me
so lost to me.