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.