These leaves are brushing
Boisterous answers like plans
Man is boy stirring again
A grin is winning in his forever land
Took a glitter fair and pouring
The million times you were not boring
A waking of feverish lips
Kissing hell and heaven in moments
The mirror kills the moisture
Like a bus load of destinies
Eyes in seats of gold
This headless paper God remnant
Not his hands. Not his feet.
Never can there be a repeat.
Please take a seat.
Dropping silhouettes and dreaming
Feathers to shoulders ache
The duke is still so very awake
Not a minor development here
Toward the stars a dusty skill
A glow of brilliant bright fleeting teeth
A chattering beneath
To sea a free bird, a lad
Insane the reflection reversing
A birthing the man trembling but changing
Perfect in every single way
Like he was every ordinary day
An oddity in a collective display
The fading is only in an instant
Regality is persistently to be
Forever our David Bowie.
For the glorious Thin White Duke.
A tribute to one of the most influential artists to ever be.
(C) 2016 Christopher Vaughn