Death Of A Star

Poem By O.S. Brooks

My ancient tongue won't let me lie
so shining star before i die
let me share this truth with you
your still part of all i do

So, when I wake and your not close
I'll miss the joy that you brought most
In time as fading stars give up
I'll still hold on to you my love

Just before the sun awakes
Let's form a bound that never breaks
For moments when the darkness clears
And your my light, always bright near

I hear you in that song tonight
those words of words that sealed the night
the dance we held in memory
that night our souls were truely free

to walk about the atmosphere
and bless the moments we hold dear
goodbye my love, so long July
when weather clears for you and i
if not by night will you arrive
then lead me through your soultry sky
to fly away a troubled heart
and take the pain that stole our start
just in case your not alone
and I too live without a home

If home is where the heart should be
then you were always home with me
I died the day my star lost hope
and never found away to cope
so, when i finish nothing more
it's all because of my amore

Smile, stay as though you own the night
and keep with you a chance for flight
just in case i do not run
and love at last is truely sprung

I hear you in that song tonight
those words of words that sealed the night
the dance we held in memory
that night our souls were truely free

If home is where the heart should be
then, you are always home with me

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