Copenhagen

Thundering news hits me like a snowball
Striking my face and shattering
Covering me in a fine powdery mist
And mixing in with my tearsAnd I'm 57 but I could be 7 years old
'Cause I will never be able
To comprehend the expansiveness
Of what I've just learnedFor you, I'll disappear, you have been released
You are flecks of light, you are missed
Somewhere spinning 'round the sun, circling the moon
Traveling through time, you are missedWalking through unfamiliar streets
And shaking unfamiliar hands
And hearing unfamiliar laughs
And lovely languages I don't understandIt's late, I'm told, openhearted
The skies are gray, the snow has fallen
I can see my breath outside
I'm freezing the ocean waves with disbeliefThat you have disappeared, you have been released
You are flecks of light, you are missed
Somewhere spinning around the sun, circling the moon
Traveling through time, you are missed