Upon witnessing a Song Sung for Bowie
If I let rest my burgundy velvet eye curtains
all I hear is Bowie Love, respect,
as felt by millions upon billions of Beings, inhabitants of everywhere.
I wonder where he's off to,
candle - lit, rocket - fired,
starlette's beloved Jewel
a Human she permitted us to see
Where do our Souls live before or after,
If incinerated, where might our (physical) temporary, endlessly recycling molecules go? Do they storm up into a cyclonic dance, then seamlessly stitch themselves together over a new Soul,
a sacred silent sewing ceremony,
performed in a silver palace,
as undefined Air?
with love & special thanks to
my friend, Hawk Alfredson
Copyright CherylFaith Taylor 2017