Dear Miss you are so pure
More holy than sinful
More exciting than bore
And I tell you gladly
I will not complain
If treated badly
For I am so profane

You sit there in divinity
Blessed and humble
Like my holy trinity
And I’ll sit here below
Out of reach
Your sanctity, no!
I shall not impeach

The white dove flies and flutters
But doesn’t match to you
Nor do any others
So I won’t speak cursely
For nothing could be worsely
I tell you now I am not worthy
No! I am not worthy

Above me there are great stars
That shine so wondrous
But cannot tell me why
I am so loveless
Then for a moment
While I ponder in despair
The heavens seems to realise
And one moves slowly through the air

Slow at first but then quicker
The star moves with ease
Across acres of farmland
And stretches of seas
And its beauty in this night
Gives me a subtle pleasure
Unheard of in such times
Of hatred and of terror

Then it vanishes
And order is resumed
My world is bleak again
Or so I assumed…

Yet as life takes hold
And I remain so alone
And words of friends bite
Too close to the bone
I find comfort somehow
In the way it flew
New feelings emerge
And I laugh anew


So upon days when all is gone
I think of that star in all its grace
And without thought
My heart begins to race
For the moment has passed
But is not thrown and tossed
And memories remind me
That all is not lost