aint no stars to this light,
no mirrors to this image,
no wings for this angel,
but heaven got clouds to await,
no maginifing glass to see this past,
no hoops with chains fall balls
or to hang dreams and goals onto,
nothing else will go on,
no passion for love,
no pillows for frustration,
no pictures worth painting,
color already expose colorless brothers,
butwhere are they now,
no sickness or illness for healings,
no children for aspirated questions,
no hands to faces,
no touches to feel,
no laughter for joy,
no swallowing pain that's already digested,
no heroes to save the soul,
no womb to rebirth whta's missing,
the time has come,
no world fit for the feelings
once held,
but never wanted to be let go,
no sweat to wipe,
there's nothing now,
my star just went out,
have to gaze for more familar constellations,
their silver sparkle is dimmer now
because of that one star without a light