Put Out The Sky

Would it be that the stars would dim
A billion lights put out
To set the sky in darkness
Then I could see not Your beauty
And gaze not into Your eyes

Would it be that the clocks would stop
A thousand chimes no longer heard
To remind me of You
Then I could cry Your name from the hilltops
And mourn love lost

Would it be that love would die
A million people toiling
To an end uncertain
Then my labours could consume me
And I would know not loss

Would it be that music ceased
My last joy muted
To end all time
Then in silence I could forget
That I love You


           Timothy de Paris
           2005