Sight

Upon my sight, there falls a star.

She wanders closely, yet she is far.

I watch her carefully as she moves through space.

Her words are sweet, and she moves with grace.

A star in sight is a miracle to view.

With hope and light they carry adieu.

I am most concerned with their unhappiness.

After all, they’re stars. They must feel bliss.

But even the skies are limited by their days.

Does it bother you, or is it just a phase?

In my sight, I should like to see hope and luck.

But all I can see is how I am struck

By a bolt of light so petite in its size

But in my sight,

O Lord it cures my eyes.

I never imagined to be in love in the stars.

Yet here we are, driving alone in our cars.

What do you think I am trying to say?

Does it bother you that I keep some distance away?

The stars are my friends, they know my fate.

You were not there. Now we are late.

Please ask how the stars see us tonight.

Maybe they smile or turn away from the sight.

But feeling blind to emotions is my own speciality.

To see me break the walls,

would be a rarity.