
Bury my heart upon the hill,
So I can count the stars,
deafened by my silent rage,
the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,
you sent me to an early grave,
to dance with my daemons,
in a barbed wedding gown,
you broke my crown,
and lowered me down,
so I can haunt the stars.
How dare you call my name,
when you are broken too,
more damaged and fragile than I,
I hope I made you cry,
in that balmy summertime,
occupy my body and mind,
I’ll bury my heart on the hill,
so I can dream of the stars.
Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.
© Counting the Stars 10.02.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

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