Super Human Star

Rising from a young talent, London would never see eyes of two colors

The gift of drama, technicolor fashion designs, the song of a hero in a marvel comic

Platform shoes, tight leather pants, spiked hairdo, mascara, lips of shiny pearly gloss

The phantom of the stage, in a parade of theater, his name "Bowie", a two edged man, who dares to wear that mask

An addiction that almost took over, but he took it to the mountains and let it escape, into the echoes of time past away

Coming back to stardom, a true icon in his style, no other like him, Jagger, Lennon, McCarthy would all confess that

The black star in the shadow, came out in Lazarus, not to die, but to live, just like that blue bird, he will be free, at last

Not falling down, but rising up, the heavens will never be the same, a man of mime, a man of talent, no other could address, his great stage of escape

Major Tom has taken him into the planets of the vessel, no one will ever know the real man behind the show

For he was much more than human, and much more than a star, like a spider frozen in ice, he will freeze in the universe of decades

In the depths of light and darkness, not to become dark forever, but to become bright endless, as the spider breaks free, so does the man who crawls pleading on his knees

Until the very end, everyone will know him, though he has scars no one has ever seen, believing in himself, timeless thoughts set free

Believing in another world, of time machines, of orbits around the moon, free to dance

To breathe in the atmosphere of  dream, where music transmits into a dark star of death, and brings it back to life

In tribute to David Bowie 2016