Lo, a star came to sit by my bed,
I wonder oft of what's to be said
to a star that cometh and his message be read:
"I have come to bear word unto your homestead."

I hurl another cough of my ill complexion
I sense within me his dim affection
as he smiles and utters his sublime quotation
of the master that sent him to grant my salvation:

"Are you still dissatisfied with your tally of possesion?
Do you still burn and bleed and cower to redemption?
How, for granted I have to you this new obsession,
to one that grants you only merits of affection!
"

I silently reply with as little vanity as I can utter
"dear angel of valor forgive my timid mutter,
for in contrast to this love you've given to me and no
other
the pangs of the past still within me scatter."

So with sorrow the glowing orb omits:
"My dear servant, I pray that what was granted fits
to heal those scars and wounds that within you lifts
our attempts to besiege the bastion of your misfits."

He glows and imploses, spreads his rays and succumbs to
perish
within me I pray forever this parley to relish
and though seemed ungrateful I ere this ends proclaim I do
cherish
what this apothecary of life has prescribed in my humble
wish...