Molten Gold

All those tears that I cried
In the night time of my sorrows
Were caught in your hand 
And flung to the sky.
There they were turned into stars
To guide my weary,eager steps
Up through the midnight mountains

Whether by light of dawn
Or by some holy alchemy
The silver stars have changed.
They drop like molten gold
Paving the way before me
Right to the streets of paradise
                                                 Wilf 12/2001
This is autobiographical but I had Paul Kossof in mind when I wrote this because he played a piece called Molten Gold,and he is one of those dead artists I feel an ache for