The stars lie in a row upon the scattered water

I reach down and take a few for my one hearts’ letter

Wouldn’t it be a shame to be a captured star?

Even as I stand here on the driven snow

I can smell the ether of the morning dew

Yet they glimmer so prettily I cant bear to let them go

 

They shimmer in the jar upon my desk

I cant see them well in the old green glass

As well as that night upon the burnished brass

Each day they sing as nighttime comes

Weeping their plight of being captured stars

Yet they glimmer so prettily I cant bear to let them go

 

One day their glow begins to falter

Shaking slightly from the cold of the jar

I see them barely from across my room

Their songs for night are now feeble whispers

They tear at your heart and weep in your soul

Yet they glimmer so prettily I cant bear to let them go

 

The empty green jar gleams mockingly on my desk

Humming a merry tune to itself

It refuses to let me in on the joke

Only a powder is left of what once were stars

I had opened the jar as night came on

They flew into the sky, once more at home

Yet they glimmer so prettily I cant bear to let them go