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.

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