Calling My Stars

Calling my stars!
All of those faithful and true.
Calling my stars!
You look out for me,
And I look out for you.
Calling my stars!
My powers be needing your help,
For all of my strength has left to thee.
Calling my stars!
I call for thee please!
For I am not one who will except herself,
Upon her knees.

There is a cold twist of darkness,
Which comes upon my face,
In a swirl of mist and love,
Oh brilliant light for which I fear,
But who life's breath is held so dear...
Spread thy hands oh darkness,
Take my essence to thy hands,
Vanish with the coming of morn,
Or else you may fall to the ground,
Whoa be as light comes to the sky,
Be blessed by spirits ever nigh,
And when night comes once again,
Open your door and let me in.

Above the silvery moonlit horizon and below
the forwarding endless night I find the moments
of before the blinding dawn to be at peace with
all beyond.

Yond 'neath the moon so full and glorious,
And beyond the earth so green,
I find myself in selfish wanton for all to whom for what it seems.
And yet I see, oh that I do,
For more or less, for my life is not new,
Wisdom and worries,
Heartaches and pain,
The deaths beyond what has yet to come.
So still I sit, under yond moon,
Hoping and praying, that I will not yet see,
Thy own doom.