At my window sit Heaven’s pearly gates,
Comprised of beaming starlight.
The only view of paradise I’ll ever obtain
Is the stars that dot the night.
Are these the winged angels of old,
Or furnaces that know only how to shine?
Perhaps they exist somewhere in between
As beings both earthly and divine
Whether the stars be living or dead
They bring my existence to life.
Even in daylight, I cannot help dream
Until I forget my every strife.
God be merciful to me a sinner
And rescue me from this present hell,
Not to the ancient paradise of gold
But to heaven where the stars dwell.