Between the Star's Our Love Was Dust

I have, left the earth, a different plane, Between the star's, Our love is now just dust. My nine lives used up, Her cat, That licked it's fur. Where is it now? Between each dream, I dreamt, The sun will set, And I will watch again the moon, In all it's glory, And as dove's, alone will cry. What need of love, As up on high, If all the people. Down below, do naught but cry. Our worth, Is but it's weight in dust. Not more or less. And in love's absence, In-between. I will sit and watch, The star's, Again, as they race by.