Many a night, drifting fires in heaven, glow without end
Yielding untouchable  sprays of knowing glory
Returning light for this world to spend
Passing hours weaving stories

What mankind hopes to become and see before him
Hold in his empty arms and ever aching *******
Can be seen in a spray that never dims
Born in minds that will not rest

The very least of us chase these glowing sprays
Seeing what no other can trace
Casting seeking eyes, upward in praise
Tears of joy on their face

Many a night, drifting fires in heaven, ignite this soul of mine
I come to know their untouchable glory
Returning with this glow you find
Weaved in my stories