Thoughts I See
The stars play tricks on me tonight,
They pretend we have met before.
Then too, they say, it was night.
Cradled by a memory I read poetry from the skies.
The stars play tricks on me tonight,
They pretend we have met before.
But is was not this sky
Not this poetry I'm sure.
Then I was Christ, I was his power,
I lived his glory.
I drew nations with patterns of my sword.
