Keeper of the Stars

I'll send a prayer up to the stars

And leave the rest to their keeper,

And perhaps he'll teach me to dance

Among their shining voices

After he takes my heart

And teaches it to sing.

But first I must make a clean slate

The stars must find their way through me

To burn out my impurities.

And I must give up all

So that he has the room

To fill me with their light.


After that night, I'll look up

And see my reflection, bright with hope

And a thousand settling dreams

Will come to rest in my soul

And banish the gray winds

That howl in my nighttime.


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