The fragility of stars

The fragility of stars    our forbears
from them heat    light    energy   our lifeblood
and time
           Sweet time      to live and    time to die
No trace of her footsteps on the Brooklyn
Bridge but I swear we crossed it hand in hand
one sweltering summer’s day     sweat pouring
off us as we trudged towards a cool place
of refreshment     Then Washington Square Park
Grace to be born to know such love such joy
to have lived through every syllable and
silence        to have breathed those years
                                        side by side
How strange now    for her to be gone     to be
the dust of dreams     of memory    aimless
particles adrift 
                          in the solar wind

John Lyons

Corrected from an earlier posting

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