.02) The Stars

The stars that were over my head this morning Were there from the First Day, Those stars I hid crooknecked from in cities, While travelling my wayward way. Slowly at first, then faster, I began to see, eyes blinded at first by neon and streetlamps, And the stars' nights' closeness only speaking In a few forays into the Midnights between cities, Bedazzling my eyes to see the jewels Darkness was strung with. And always I wanted to stop, and enjoy, and stare, and pray, But a motor inside me was going too fast, And in vans or cars I sped back to cities To undo my mind's Tightly wound springs. Then in a dozen years I came out under the stars, And behold! The Canopy of Heaven Was still there, And I murmured and prayed in valleys Like green cups for my love, and It said: 'You were too busy before, But we have always been here, And we always shall be.' That which I was to busy to love Patiently waited for me. Now I have finished my business And am free to love: And the Morning Star's Song Has come to me with a Joy That had always been concealed Within my breast, And the Heavens have exploded Into Singing And the weeping Of the morning dew.