Ode To Dolly - Gail Onion

[Lawrence Robinson]

Ode To Dolly

Saints come in all sizes and shapes. 
Saints of music are avian wonders
and fly off when called
by a greater song,
as our Dolly who was music aloft,
dancing on stilettos, glittering on her feet, 
to her hair, exhilarating into time and space.
She was a hidden constellation 
behind tantalizing scenes.
She glowed.  
She shimmered. 
She brightened any dull surface
with sparkle.
She polished a song with joy.
She burnished love on troubled hearts. 
She told those who had stopped
believing in dreams coming true,
dream with me a little while,
until my song is through.
Her fairy tale rhymes restored failed Camelots. 
Dawn choruses in search
of a stage found her voice. 
Even flags breathed peace and exhaled 
to half mast.  
She gave the Imagination 
a library, that tells us 
to keep faith, and live the truth 
of who you are. 
That the earth will meet the moon tonight 
in a rusty red shadow
kiss eclipse,
is fitting and right, 
for the swan 
song singer’s 
good night.  

	- Gail Onion
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