Twinkling in the black velvet night,
A star catches his eye,
And he makes a wish-
The same wish he has made since he met her.
The moon clears the bare treetops
As he walks through the cold thickness
His visible breath hanging around his head,
And disappears in the night.
His heart calls out to her,
And he leans against a tree
And mouths the words to his new song,
The song written by his heart.
The words that fill his mind,
And escape his lips
Were written on his soul
As he slept-
He didn't know it, and he didn't expect
His heart to be singing in the night.
Robert J Nye (2007)
