Patient Donkey

The radiance in the dark
The guide of day and of night
Admirable as your are
With the beauty of your bright light

I sit and gaze at the sky
As I pause to speak with you
The breeze blows with a sigh
It seemed as if won’t come the dew

The breeze stronger it grew
Beating behind to urge you
“Move on, move on,” so it says
To follow the star I go anew

a.t.d.
12 January 2002