|I wonder where you are, lonesome star...|
semmingly bright you once were,
I feel you in the wind sometimes
and when I look into the sky
sometimes your ethereal breath
moves through my soul,
I wonder if you walk in limbo;
I wonder if you walk free...
are you whole, can you see me?
The light you left burns bright in me
and for a fleeting moment I'll see your face
carved out of stone swimming through a tide,
blowing wind inside my mind,
like a baby taken from me,
your essence your soul,
is all I eternally need.
|Amy Donnelly - San Francisco,
May 11, 1999