Stood I upon my window stool,

To search the evening sky,

To taste sweet Heaven's breath I may,

And hope, and wish, and pray.

 

But lo! the brightness of that dot

Whence skittish twinkle shin'th,

From a very corner of Night

Where darkness eve'd dwelt.

 

It seems to have misplaced itself:

Perhaps it's lost its way;

But glimmereth e'er so happily,

I think 'tis here to stay.

 

It shines its ray upon my nose,

Then what'd I hear it say?

Mine son, I am thine angel now,

Thy guardian in the sky.

 

And when I look'd upon its light

A sea of mist did see,

The sparkling only'd ever been

The shine of tears running.

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

My thanks to Miss Ashley B. for her encouragement and her lovely poetry. Click here to visit her website.

 

 

Comments or queries, please e-mail me at bobbymotwani@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 

© 2004 Bobby Motwani