The sky above the opaque earth
Where multitudes of stars once hung
Entranced me with translucent mirth
And I was mischief of the young.
I miss those lights to which I’d sung
When time was neither quick nor rude,
Regret too bitter for my tongue
And love was all that I pursued.
For now the passing years intrude
As evening shades the streets in brown
And melancholy taints my mood
To know what shines, the dark will drown.
I long to leave this garish town
That dulls my sense, corrupts my sight;
Come, heaven, don your starlit gown
Once more so I can sing tonight.
© William Keller, 2014
Photo by Michael J. Bennett (CC BY-SA 3.0)
