When you left,

you took us all with you,

the old, the young,

the Saints and the Sinners.

A gaping chasm,

left in your wake.

Three decades of grief,

the tides of loss,

your fall from grace,

as you plummeted us all,

into oblivion.

Yet – you shine brighter,

and more fierce,

than any star,

I’ve ever seen.

 

© Night Star

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 03.04.15

Picture credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/562527809678726617/