Craig D. Smith

 

Ode To A Star

 

I toiled from one hour to the next My inference seemed in a mess -

I watched the little lamp that burned, The midnight oil in it, get less.

 

The moon outside seemed so alone I looked above; it broke my heart.

My thoughts then turned to love - I thought of you, "we are apart".

 

My eyes then searched the sky  and lay transfixed upon a star.

Its beauty gave me sight To see that the sun is not so far.

 

For although the midnight oil Burned out and made me mope,

The thought that the sun will rise Filled my soul with renewed hope.

 

When I am called upon, My knowledge, to put to the test;

Then I'll think of that star That set my mind at rest.

 

And when I see you again Your radiance will fill my soul -

And like the sun that rises, My love for you will be whole. 

 

Somewhere over the mountain

 

 Somewhere over the mountain

Very close to the sea

My beloved sits in patience While she waits for me.

 

I try my very best

To get close to her, To take her in my arms

And to hold her near.

 

I struggle every day to Reach the top of the hill

While my enemies close in

On me, ready to kill.

 And even as I struggle

Up this hill so steep

My eyes begin to close And it seems I fall asleep.

 

I hear the sound of the waves Calling desperately to me.

And sometimes when high sun,

Her shadow I see.

 My heart beats so much faster,

Every step up that I take. And I pull the rope so tightly,

That it begins to break.

 

A song of Night 

 

A star beamed forth before my eyes The moon, half full yet bright.

I heard the hooting of the owl, My heart beat fast with fright.

 

I fuelled the fire with extra wood, And closed my eyes, awhile to sleep.

While above my head, it's branches low, The sorrowful willow did weep.

 

The moon which only shines at night, When asleep are all Earth's crowds;

Became aware that I was lying awake And hid behind the clouds.

 

The darkness seemed to amplify The sounds which I oft mistook.

Like I thought I'd heard a babe gurgling, Yet it was the mountain brook.

 

I might have been asleep for a long while yet, When I felt the bashful moon appear. But looking toward East and seeing the orange mountain top, I knew that dawn was near.

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