My eyes have never seen,
A more like-heaven'd star before,
But the more I lean,
The more your heaven'd figure soar.
The enclosed moon also fade,
But would spring in a span,
And re-live the beauty it had made.
But this dancing harlequin when I fade,
Can do but hope and plan,
That I would be restored by fate.
If I could fashion a path to the moon, I know;
An eternal seed I could plant and grow,
To always rise with it when it is full,
And blow you a breeze ever so cool
That whispers your ear for forgiveness,
And to please return to your greatness.
And I know that one is the star;
Of the thousands seen afar,
That would show me to you the way
And to you make amends; if I may.
While so, i'm gazing for a star that's fiery-tailed,
To make a wish and erase all i've failed.
But if in time, the doves - my soul collect,
I shall dropp you a feather of celestial intellect,
Which would paint to you my heart.