Up there, in the night sky
The speckles are filled
But not the hearts,
Since the stars don’t shimmer down.
And there lies the truth – the truth of life!
Under the eccentric sky,
Love may be a stranger,
To the stranger of this eternity.
He could see the glimmering sparks;
Sparks of the stars in her eyes.
They both could feel
The lingering love in the air;
Hovering about like French aroma.
Then their eyes met and
The cardiac muscles beat!
He could see the novice;
The enduring spirit only once!
And she turned and disappeared
Into the deep dark night
Never to return forever!
He stood there still.
Wondering what to do.
And opened his eyes.
Ha, was it a dream?
No! There stands the Spark!
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