Prose - Dedicated to Joanna Barbera
What are you looking for?
Fame?
Money?
Have you staked your claim?
Does the search end
When they cheer your name?
Can you still hear
When the night is gone
And the notes fade
Does the feeling last?
It is how dreams are made
Or is it?
You reached me
But are you alone?
What is it that you see?
You put us in our place
Yet you remain restless
You were the eye
Drawing on our breathlessness
Still we talked
As you sang
And ran
Like a wild mustang
Into our lives
If only for a moment
We needed you
To soothe our torment
But do you need us
As we need you?
We want to know
Are you lonely too?