The falling stars went silently overhead, streaming in their blazing trail. I gazed upon them in the night, letting my mind wander from thought to thought. These effervescent musings were like an untouched glass of champagne, its dazzling display of bubbles untasted. I stared into heaven, waiting for the next streak of light to pass over, and in this dreamy way, I spent a sleepless night.
How sweet are clear nights,
how pleasant the summer darkness,
how clear are the skies above,
how clean they make one’s mind.
I lay under the heavens,
wreathed by weeds and grass,
and stared into the starry host,
until the daylight came.
Then in that warm and glowing dawn
nestled in the dewy lawn,
I stretched and stood upon my feet,
and that bright morning I did meet.
The rising sun, the singing birds, the flowers, their petals all unfurled, they joined into the glorious day, and so I took what chance I may, and in new light I made my way, yet still the light of night prevails, and though it offers few details, it is still truth which it unveils.
I ask myself where starlight falls, and why the moon enchants as like a winking eye, or why this sun warms our dear earth, and yet the light is light. Those falling stars were just a moment bright, this sun blinding for hours still—the moon is soft but maddening. How all my words are hevel, and yet my eyes see beauty. How all this surly fades, but truth remains forever.
Tale Told 