Literature
Just One Star
I've always liked the cloak of night,
That time of silk and candle light;
Of dreams and moonbeams on sandy bars
Beneath a dome of silver stars.
I like to feel that cool, crisp breeze
That blows and brings from over the seas
Some trace of lands I don't know of, true,
But some day I know I'll get there, too.
But I am in the city now,
And bound by a higher, purer vow
I stay, though my city sky at night
Is a mere cold mirror of city lights.
When I'm weary of noise, of trains and cars,
Lord, won't You give me just one star?
A star to sparkle like a friendly poem,
A prayer to lead me safely home.