Clear, star-studded nights are great for getting my mind to turn . . .

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When heaven turned to me her gaze,
a gaze she gave in love,
I felt myself on silver wings
go flying up above.

Flying through the stars I went,
and danced amongst the suns,
and to the evening star I went,
when daylight’s turn was done.

Stars went on, and further still,
stretching on to Heaven’s Home,
with these and moons and galaxies
the universe to roam.

Touching down on heaven’s grass,
I saw the waters speak;
and there the earth cried out to me—
a golden tear did streak.

And then the Earth was changed again,
and would not speak to me,
for a sin, this iron heat,
would never let me be.