stary night

the sky is bright with fire…

yellow green and gold…

the moon shines bright above…

fireworks below…

once when i was young…

when the world belonged to me…

i would set and watch the fireworks…

underneath a tree…

now that i am obsolete…

and far beyond my prime…

i cower in the darkness…

missing what was mine…

but it really fair to say…

i possessed all that i surveyed…

hollow rooms are empty…

in the house i made…

the moon is shining brightly…

unsympathetic eye…

i watch the world around me…

grow old and simply die…

i am the last leaf on the tree…

alone against the wind…

i long to hold your had again…

my lovely dearest friend…