Sterre

She was so sad. No word of comfort really registered. no
Friendly hand could steady her. There was no contact, no
Consideration, penetration or hope. We stood here
Watching form our observation post. Now here's a finger,
Here's little line - we'll take you in we'll guide you
Home... But with two enormous wings she left us standing,
Reaching for a ghost. And on this mlancholy night there
Is a star that stands alone. Far beyond the
Constellations, far removed from highest heaven; cast
Aside and still we only watch but, my oh my, she's
Beautiful tonight.