walking down the street one eve,
A drawn old man tugged at my
His face was wrinkled, thin and
As the pale moon that shines at
did not see from whence he came,
Nor did I hear him call my name.
He merely stood so frail and
He made no sound, nor did he
tried to smile and pass him by,
But I was held there by his eye.
His eye had put me in a trance
As though it were a gypsy's
quickly led me to the park.
I saw a bench there in the dark.
A blazing star fell from the sky
And cast its light into his eye.
heard him say (his voice so low
I knew he meant just me to
"The night is long-the moon
One who sees me shall soon see
voice was calm-his touch was
And yet, my heart was filled
I quickly rose and tried to
But still he held me by my
said, "I am His sign to
Take heed, for when the sky
The sun will rise, then fade
And you will see Him upon this
last you'll go to sleep once
Then, I will come knock at your
You'll rise and climb the stairs
Where you will stay through
will sing and play the harp,
For from this world you shall
With these last words he dropped
And then I saw he meant no harm.
knew that now I could depart.
His message burned within my
The moon sank down as I walked
No more had I an urge to roam.
mortal's mind is filled with
What was his message all about?
Could this old man have spoke
Will I be called while in my
night is long-the moon is dim.
What did he mean, "You will
I heard his voice so soft and
And yet, I did not see him go.
I will know for dawn is near
And now I feel no pangs of fear.
I'll ask not why if death should
But breathe a prayer, "Thy
will be done."