I LOVE bright things like candlelights Upon a window ledge, And beds of scarlet tulips Aflame beneath a hedge, A gypsy campfire glowing, The yellow harvest moon, And fireflies in a dusky gloam When night has come too soon, A maple tree that's all ablaze, Ships' lanterns far at sea, A burning star that leaves the sky A trail of fire for me. But if all these were offered me, I know I'd choose instead— To light my heart through darksome days— A single shining head. |