Framed bright, starry diadems
Bathing the sky in floods of living light,
Forming glittering, gilded gems
Twinkling rays in the night.
Treasures from the twinkling rays
Sweatly down the void they float
Brightly sparkling, on the veil of day
Through many a melting note.
The stars are the jewels of the night
Silent as if they watch the sleeping earth
Lying in the gutter, startled by the sight
Of the glistening tapestries girth.
I may be lying in the gutter
But I fly with the shooting star
Escaping the celestial clutter
So near yet so far....