With a piece of lonesome

The world and its slumber

Whisper something to me

About the hues of hope

In the midst of sky

A little star shining brightly

How pretty clear of every sight

Longingly watched in fascination

Along the strait path

Only one word most quoted me

That's to make a wish

For a glory take a share

What honest or solemn

must thou need and have

The clear arrays of wish

Before the day go dreary

Slightly in awe,

A tantalizing thought reveal

Out from the very heart

Of bringing the world back

 Into perspective

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~