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Little
Star
I thought the story over
with nothing more to read.
The chapters had been finished,
A sorry tale indeed.
With nothing left to dream of
And no one with to share,
The empty pages of this tale
were written for me there.
The visions gone, the passions lost,
the light grew ever dim.
No longer could I stop the wave
of sadness rushing in.
Alone at night I'd watch the stars,
Just what's their brilliance for?
Just pass the time and wait for God
to say, "My child, no more?"
So take my hand Lord, take me far
for here I don't belong.
This world is for the loving hearts
where fairy tales come from.
And as I gazed into the night,
A twinkle caught my eye.
A single, lonely, misshaped star
was passing quickly by.
How sad, I thought, this little star
was coming to a halt.
It soon would burn up all it's dreams,
of being someone's hope.
Would no one wish upon its glow
before death's martyred kiss?
Or would it die without the thought
of granting someone's wish?
No further thought, I closed my eyes
and quickly squint them tight.
My hopes reached out to little star
a dying in the night.
Then with a final burst of life,
The little star grew dim.
Was I in time to save its soul
before its world caved in?
But sudden sadness seemed to grow
around my empty heart.
I guess I wasn’t fast enough
before the star went out.
So as in slumber's arms I fell
a glowing presence grew.
The little star was burning bright,
" This wish I grant for you."
And as I woke, another day,
I found it's message true.
For standing in the morning light,
The loving arms of you. |
