She Never Had Gone… Wrong: A Tribute to Dolly Parton
The rays, fresh white
Lost in remembrance…
Absorbing the fading star
That suddenly stopped shining
But, still shines
Through misty maze
Of creative outpouring
Heart-touching hard work!
As if!
As if!
As if!
The gliding mist though
As it departed leaving
A trail of memories behind
Told a different tale
Of immortality of us,
The mortals! As I soaked in
Their immortal music, words,
Lights, I sit resolute
In my grief, but determined
To soar along across
The horizon; wings gilded
In crimson red, across
Seven seas and thirteen rivers,
Across the stream that
Holds the islands fast
And forever in her blossom
And sing to the
Infective ‘love’ that
Could
Never
Go
Wrong!
Lost in remembrance…
Absorbing the fading star
That suddenly stopped shining
But, still shines
Through misty maze
Of creative outpouring
Heart-touching hard work!
As if!
As if!
As if!
The gliding mist though
As it departed leaving
A trail of memories behind
Told a different tale
Of immortality of us,
The mortals! As I soaked in
Their immortal music, words,
Lights, I sit resolute
In my grief, but determined
To soar along across
The horizon; wings gilded
In crimson red, across
Seven seas and thirteen rivers,
Across the stream that
Holds the islands fast
And forever in her blossom
And sing to the
Infective ‘love’ that
Could
Never
Go
Wrong!