Stars...
What are stars, save things to count, when there is naught to do…
What are stars, but things up high, that bring forth memories of you.
I’ve seen them twinkle on lonely nights, when the air was clear and cold…
I see them come, to life at night, when the sun has turned to go.

I sit here now, and think of you, and wonder where you are…
I try to wish upon each one, sometimes I try too hard.
If they could make just one wish true, I know deep in my heart…
that I would wish, you here with me, to help me count the stars.

But stars are different for everyone, they glow, they shimmer, they shine…
But in my heart, they speak to me, of times when you were mine.
I see them fall, from time to time, they remind me of our love…
what we had, will last forever, it was pledged so high above.

What are stars, save things of night, they sit above so high…
are snowflakes tears, that stars rain down? To catch young lover’s eyes?
If that is so, then you will know, that when the snowflakes fall…
that I am near, and you shall hear, upon the wind, my call.


What are stars, perhaps children’s dreams, that are wished into the sky…
they sit and sparkle, and some burn bright, so children will not cry.
And couples pledge undying love, upon them late at night…
and some will walk alone and cry, and wish they weren’t so bright.


Ron Walker July 1998


Ron Walker
July 1998

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