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