Shining freckles chasing their dreams
to make the opaqueness bright.
Few and far between are these,
it's a sensible masquerade;
It's not much realized or cared
that stars play at charades.
Fiery balls of glowing ice,
observant in their means;
They live the East, they breathe the East,
the East is in their dreams.
Anticipation builds, the moment arrives,
the sky is streaked with color;
The tiny sparks that seemed once so bright,
are exposed to a light that's fuller!
What a change has come across this mind,
so filled with health and sickness!
What was blind before is not anymore,
and with dazzling quickness!
The sun shines bright over everything;
stars doubt not what it teaches;
But the fallen ones need something more
-- it is to them HE reaches.