Stargazing

Sun’s footsteps;

They leave a trace,

On skies burnt-

Gleams their faith.

What heavens thought;

But lie do waste,

And now but seem,

Just scattered haste.

And looking down,

A frowning face;

To upward prayers,

That people paste-

On skies above,

In hours late,

When lonesome seems,

The darkened cape.

That takes so close,

In an embrace,

While embers warm,

We sit and trace;

To etch our own,

Lost winsome ways,

On shooting stars,

Or some godly face-

With all our suns,

That couldn’t make;

An eternal skim,

On life’s lake.

But rolling went,

To deeper stakes;

From fetched no more,

Are ever wake.

And hoping thus-

To skies do take,

And like embers light;

Their lonely wait…

PS~ This bird is the Oriental White Eye, Zosterops palpebrosus in action... :)

*posting in the nick of time tonight...i hope the Daily Fret is now begun... :)