anelphia

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.