Lonesome Star
What things we see with eyes
Can oftentimes deceive
But words within our hearts
Scoff at the 'can't believe'.
The rhythms, rhymes, and reasons
Of heartbeats throbbing through
Defy the common knowledge
Of things that are not true.
The children singing songs
And babies dreaming dreams
Are spinning stuff of legend
In minds that know no seams.
Some scoff at rhyme and reason
And sniff at dwarves and elves
Their faeries live in lands of lies
Their books are on the shelves.
But know they, constant mockers
Of magic in the air?
Of wizards, lore, and legend
Of maidens, gold and fair?
No logic, life or lording,
Which constant always are
Can testify the longing laugh
Of every lonesome star.
So scoffers who are 'genius'
And sniffers who are 'great'
Become instead the foolish men
Whose duels are with fate.
But long live children singing!
And babies dreaming dreams!
For they're magicians' nephews-
For them, life knows no seams.