S T A R R Y
N I G H T
Stary night, by this light see –
the burden that My heart does need.
Another one I love tonight,
and favor is not found in sight –
of these brown eyes as they turn blue.
With constant thoughts that drift to you.
Long years I wait, with patients sit,
hoping that by some odd chance’s whit –
I could find favor in eyes that yet don’t see –
the fuller dimensions of this heart in me.
And so I walk through another day –
and scheme to work yet another way.
In blossoms of red a weary heart goes on,
Until this battle of fools is won.