#260

Starlight that I see tonight, I wish

I may and wish I might say magic words

To open doors and unburden lords

Of the yoke of history, hand this

To all the little ones with little

Need of war, who see instead with mercy

Or desire for mercy, or burning heresy

Upon an altar of mercy, the fiddle

And the cat that plays fiddles, and a cow

That jumps over moons and dogs laughter

Each piece of a story of starlight and how

The work of night is for miracle workers

The little ones dream unburdened by our history

Invent anew what wishes go to stars, what melody