REFLECTIONS AND MIRRORS

( c o n s t e l l a t e ) .

 

in starlight i write to the gentle night

my ink made of galaxies way up high

the sunlit systems of space as my light

and my paper, the dark velvet of sky

 

let my voice be the song of sweet night birds

where in the even you will best hear them sing

down in the garden, where trees bear my words

heavy as fruit, on bowed branches they cling

 

lay me down in darkness, shrouded in shade

but let me not be forgotten in haste

for thoughts of those nature has long unmade

are more prized today, so let them not waste

 

so in times hard, i hope you hear my hymn

the song of angels, let light spite the dim.