My face finds flight amidst a starry night,

Upward toward heaven’s lofty height

Viewing the candles that burn brightly,

Flickering with the soft winds of night.

Speckle flecks of pin pointed light,

Shapes of dragons, knights and kites.

For the answers many fight,

For who can’t love the brightest light?

Those who find dreams tend to come,

In the deepest, darkest night.