When The Stars Go Blue

March 22, 2010

What do you do with the missing, I wonder. The answer is ‘nothing’.  You can see it, look at it, you can even sometimes wink at it. You can be inspired by the fact that you could love something so uncontrollably.  I suppose there is beauty in the power of it. You can be grateful that it made you leave a marriage of 8 years, a relationship of 15, a job of ten, made you move half way across the world, alone, and handed you the life, you had always wanted but was always afraid to ask for.    So I suppose you take the missing as payment for services rendered and you keep walking and breathing and you hope that someday you will meet again.

Dancin where the stars go blue
Dancin where the evening fell
Dancin in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin out on 7th street
Dancin through the underground
Dancin little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

Laughing at your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

(This year it is the vision of the 70's kitchen, browning linoleum and paneled cabinets, red and orange peppers sizzling on the stove, as a song played, was sung and believed. Beautiful really.)