Starry Night
By
John I. Blair
While walking down the dark road
Past the sleeping houses
I lift my eyes to the treetops
And look through the winter branches
At the midnight sky.
There great bands of clouds
Are blowing across the moon,
One after another,
Illuminated from within
By the moon’s brilliant light.
Around and through the clouds
The stars of winter shine:
Procyon, Rigel, Sirius,
Betelgeuse
And countless more.
And as I walk and look
At the clouds, the moon
And all the shining stars,
I have to stop before I fall,
Overcome by glory.
©2002 John I. Blair
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