Ellie

Your star is coming home, a wonder of the sky, in shelters you lie prone, whisper of wondrous love, caught in such a vice, eyes shining at the moon, Saints may show their bones, a poem makes you cry, you can’t afford to moan, doves at dawn crash above, a lifetime of men’s sighs, you fly to those who give, fresh linen and Cologne, makes you wonder why, how come you're always broke, not dismayed by little bits, money only there to buy, it's sole reason to assist, don’t wager a stone, dance singing on the wire, visit me by long roads, always with great sight.