Star - David Poe

In the sun of the world

Up where

Metal wings

Turn pink

There’s a rumor of you

That on your way

To the store

You found a dollar in the snow

It was a fabulous commercial for your soul

I know how cold you can be

Years of light ahead of me

Reflecting everything you see

Like a star outside my window

In your place

I feel so tall

Winter makes the room small

Windows cold as alcohol evaporates

In the weight of your eye

Do you dream in silver lines

And will you lend your earthly light on me

After all my grace has fled

To the calm inside a bed

Will you shine above my head

Like a star outside my window

Like a star

Well you come to my window

You’re like a star

You’re like a star

Like a star

On a national morning

Like a star

You burn out slow

In the sun of the world

Up where

Metal wings

Turn pink

There’s a rumor of you