Words and Words and Dreams I sing for thee, love
my Words float, my face awash in mellifluous MoonDreams
where more than once, a nearby Star has caught my eye:
He glamoured me!
deep Space's tapestries feel surprisingly warm
Come .... Take my hand
Follow me: I promise thee a Show like no other
Young David Bowie gleamed; his Eyes glimmered;
The Galaxy's grand and thunderous reply lit Universal Darkness -
Lesser Stars flickered
His Soul shone out through his extraordinary eyes;
He shot me a smile, straight into my own eyes !
His smile so enchanted me,
I felt my own smile
could never leave my face;
as your relationShip with
is more of Same to mine
than not -
these past several months have unsettled me -
I know they may have done the same for you.
If Life is a relationShip, a' movin' we go
We never end, we never truly die.
Thank you, Mr. Bowie.
I curtsy deeply before thee;
as tulle, lace, taffeta crunch
With most gentle humble living eyes,
he says our cry's heard everywhere
each separate Home holds prayers for Peace
though mostly, I may pray to Trees,
My attempt's for naught -
I weep and weep
as his rapture caresses me
His smile has yet to leave my face
I have no fear -
I hold no fear.
David Bowie walked here in the 60's
or so he says, as Silence becomes quieter;
I watch him glide smoothly toward a different place - I realize it's hush - hush
I make myself move; I weep,
You hold my hand.
Thank you, my friend.
His gifted smile has never left
Thou art here and now, dear friend,
and I love thee, brother.
I love thee, sister.
I love thee, mi amor, for Rivers of Evers
My True Adventure Began with Thee
Copyright CherylFaith, one cold dia de marzo