Pondering the worth of personal distress, especially loneliness. |
I look up at the starry sky, See the glow of fires. Could they be the agony of Lonely hearts' desires? Because I burn, I know I burn When feeling lost, alone. Could they be children, be people, Who shine, who need a home? Is that why the Earth gravitates, Revolves around a star? Is he some crying deity Who fears we’ll drift too far? The Earth binds us to her sad self, Ovserves us with our own; She quakes, tembles, in horror how We scream to be alone. And moons are far from satisfied Though their pulls are slightest, I've seen how their rough, barren ‘scape At times will burn brightest. Our manly Moon and motherly Earth Who hold us to their hearts Know that we need to be loved And dread the day we part. At times when I look up at stars I don't feel as alone, They seem to wish and yearn for me, And make me feel at home. So stars so bright, with yearning lights, Please keep up your fires Because my wish from you tonight Is comfort from your pyres. And if my own flames can be seen By some Galactic Child And make him smile, then why not burn To comfort him a while? |