Upon A Star Poem by David Corman

As this night (in terrible, lonesome ways) washes over my urban bough,
To harmonized willows and painted sighs I do away.
Are they, those reddened locks, truly so far?

A stop so sudden that my quickened heart, as love would have,
Did make to crumble.
How could one not break upon the sound of you?

So,
Come closer.
So close that I might better give myself to thee.
Oh those blue eyes that see my spirit and know my soul.

For all dreams set forth now.
They splinter my cage and breathe into me.
Might I feel this forever?

This light so bright that she, my star, could be with me
Forever.

This light, my love, would sweep me up and take me there.
To that place where I will write your name
Upon a star.