Walking, as the sun crashes down over my head Lighting the pale stone of the church to its ripened glory And each step I take burns the frost away from my sole Leaving a trail of dark patches back to where I came from Glancing behind me to catch the orange sky float down from the shadow, My eyes swivel to a small, bright speck over the horizon, And I smile like a child: Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight... read more
