Hard of Seeing

We all shine on but we are never able to touch the rainbow. That rainbow of promise felt like shards of glass today. Rich and I were teenagers, part of a group that put together a concert. 'Imagine' 1975. Rich had the best voice in the group, passionate and cute.

When Rich died, I felt him energetically in every cell. This week, early morning I was looking for Rich in the stars. The morning star was shinning alone, alone. Then I saw a very faint star above Venus,
barely visible in the predawn transition.

Richie & Alice 1975