My Uncle Mario sat with me
under an October's cobalt desert sky
singing to me songs of the glorious stars
Love's tragic loss
of a hero's glorious end
the purity of a good life lived
How a northern star illuminates the dance of seven little angels
As they chase one small dolphin
across seas celestial
Falling stars
tell us that old gods yet still live
Showering us in silver and gold waterfalls of their love.
A milky ribbon points the way
to our inner soul
allowing us to examine the eternal
Hand in hand
callused and soft
We sat and watched the stars
and their grand paseo around the vault of heaven.
-Fin-
DS Baker
under an October's cobalt desert sky
singing to me songs of the glorious stars
Love's tragic loss
of a hero's glorious end
the purity of a good life lived
How a northern star illuminates the dance of seven little angels
As they chase one small dolphin
across seas celestial
Falling stars
tell us that old gods yet still live
Showering us in silver and gold waterfalls of their love.
A milky ribbon points the way
to our inner soul
allowing us to examine the eternal
Hand in hand
callused and soft
We sat and watched the stars
and their grand paseo around the vault of heaven.
-Fin-
DS Baker
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