The Stars From Our Youth
For David Crosby
The stars from our youth
are heading toward the exits,
having lived their lives in the limelights,
shattering us with their insights,
pouring their words into our ears,
softening our hearts with their songs,
soothing our sorrows with their harmonies.
The singers who wrote the soundtracks
for the background music of our lives.
are now shuffling off the stages they sang from
leaving us bereft, bothered and bewildered,
as fading memories flash back into consciousness.
We smile through the tears,
remembering how we danced
in the aisles and on our seats
refusing to leave
until they turned up the house lights,
shattering the mood,
sending us out into the darkness
we had come in from,
singing snippets of their lyrics
as we made our way back home again.
01/21/2023 @ 6:33 am
David Crosby’s humanism and lyrical love are infinite.
His eulogy our silent steeple blessings as tears shimmer sunlight.
He transcends eight miles gone sharing the perfect wine of eternity.
01/21/2023 @ 12:52 pm
That poem is true.
I saw him two or three times. Serious talent. Interesting guy, perhaps the most interesting of the CSNY interview subjects, funny and insightful.
And when he got thrown out of the Byrds, they never had another hit. The best eulogy was Stephen Stills’.
01/21/2023 @ 8:47 pm
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