Pop No Harm: Your Hero


Your blue eyes
in the colors of my sky dome
scattered rays of sunlight
all over my home
the laughter in your wordplay
was the star dust on the windowpanes
I miss that glittering
when it rains.

You have called me a hero
that my bravest act was loving you
no one even dared before
so it was my due.
You have called me inventive
when I relieved your symptoms
letting your creations shine through.

Your shy smile
shall remind me of that first night
when I raised your courage
by holding you tight
but I can take no credit
for the melodies made out of woe
I only played the strings
of your soul.

You have called me...

Sorry how things went
but life is rarely fair
when you tried your wings
I wish I'd been the air.
When I walk my dog
I am dreaming of an owl
laying his wise eyes on me
bidding me farewell with a howl.