a rush of vision

[fledgist]

so many stars the sight comes as a shock

in the warm night a wisp of passing cloud

reminds me of a cobweb or a shroud

 

i have not come to this place to take stock

but to show off the child of whom i'm proud

so many stars the sight comes as a shock

 

it's not the time to listen for the knock

i won't expect it to be firm or loud

time now to turn my back on the harsh crowd

so many stars the sight comes as a shock