He pines for darkness when days break
And light when twilights call the stars.
He looks behind him with a mournful gaze
For careless dialogues fast decay the soul,
And in plenty of dialogues
A morning light shakes him awake
And finds him tranquil in the light
And without a wish for darkened skies.
The stars puzzled about, but
“His artless past has been forgiven and forgot,
For the golden promise of a future
Paves his way onward
On promises of endless faith
And love and peace
The lights keep shining on
Though night approaches fast.
The blinking stars would last
With destiny foregone
For love’s true primacy.