My heart is full of stars
I can’t sleep but for the heat.
When I try and close my eyes,
The sky looms down on me.
I don’t mean to pluck the lights away
Or hide them all inside
But the filling-feeling must be felt
And so I beam and sing my light.
Why, no, I haven’t named a single one
Or felt the comets strike the sun
The radiance is blinding me
Within this brilliant cut-glass sea.
My heart is full of stars, you see
They dance and loop far within me
None stop their celestial parade
From trumpeting the light of day.