my dear, 

          my faith’s a midnight sky

a perfect scrapbook paper moon

          go on and pick a wishing star

and pluck it from the midnight croon

moonbeams waltz upon the water

          they tickle every blade of grass

they kiss each ripple in affection

          then disperse like tears of glass

the rosebuds whisper to each other 

          speaking of the handsome trees

overarching—in protection

          lilting to the satiny breeze

diamonds hung by fishing wire

          strung across the inky sky

stained by midnight’s lulling touch

          and all of daytime’s dainty lies

don’t you see how vast my faith is?

          boundless as the sapphire sea

now, into the midnight sky,

                    tell the faith you have in me