Chosen
Oh my dainty pearl up high!
Must you truly wane away?
Won’t you hear my longing cry,
Every night till judgement day.
“Oh my dear, I hear your prayer —
But, you see me through a haze;
You think me pure, you think me fair;
Yet, misguided is your gaze”
“Turn your eyes to the mighty sun —
Of him, I’m but a modest mime.
You and I, we’re held by one;
To praise me in his stead is crime”
“And forget not the shimmering stars —
Streaked across the endless night
They twinkle at my gaping scars —
Let them adorn your barren sight”
Oh hear me now, you pain me so!
I give no heed to who’s above,
My heart yearns only for your glow —
And none shall ever quell my love.