John Travolta's Dave with Sorrow

His Jett went down
and John gave up
all hope of finding
that life would ever be
the same as it once was.

This one
(who for three decades
has been defined
by a Saturday Night Fever)
now attempts to find comfort
from a Friday morning nightmare.

The dance beat
of a Brooklyn nightclub
is a distant
(and insignificant)
memory
when contrasted to
the heartbreak
of a Bahamian bungalow.

No Bee Gees music in the background.
John Travolta's slow dance with sorrow
has a soundtrack of silence.
Staying Alive ceased to be
a memorable melody
when it became
an unanswered prayer.

And so a grieving dad
calls out to a Father
who appears deaf.

A much-loved
special needs child is gone.
But hear his famous parent
(with special needs of his own)
vent his indescribable pain.

"God, if you only knew
what it is like
for your one and only son
to be robbed of life.
If only you could identify
with losing a part of yourself.
If only you could,
then maybe,
just maybe,
you could understand
the agony that consumes me."

And the solitary figure
continues to turn and twist
in the shadows.

It's a lonely dance
amid the shattered bits of light
that emanate
from a rotating mirror ball.

As if lost in a universe
of countless stars,
a middle age creature
listens for the Creator's reply.