October 1, 2014

Whatever’s Written In Your Heart

(a lament, of sorts, for Gerry Rafferty)

oh Gerry, how I miss you

I hear your voice, now silent,

grieving at our great loss

so lovely the heart that beats no more

so peaceful the voice that has been stilled

you were of the greatest lights

blazing, sun-like, across our lives

under no shadow but your own

and every time I hear you sing

I weep