My Only Wish

Beneath the darkened canopy

A comet soars, so tenderly.

Oh shooting star, oh won't you please

Bring to life my weary pleas?

I beg of you to hear my name,

And set my dimming dreams aflame.

Am I to face the fate of Beth?

Or sweet return? I hold my breath

The way I pray those arms held me.

Oh shooting star, why can’t you see?

You’re a beauty in our eyes,

And blessed beauty never cries.

Forgotten cries in constant pain,

And so I’m gloomy, pressed and plain.

Death is certain, falling, falling;

Men will catch the most enthralling,

Leaving me to pass along,

As I recite my sorry song.

Graceful comet, hear my name

And set my sorry heart aflame.

The fair queen’s needed by her king;

For she's a blessed, beloved thing—

Beloved thing, I wish to be!

Alas, the comet doesn’t see.