Come rescue me, o stars. Lead me away
from tears that blot my face because of grief,
from all the darkness at the end of day.

I choose embroidery or appliqué
to decorate my afternoons, gold leaf
like stars that rescue me, lead me away.

I need you so this angst won’t ricochet.
Come take my hand, give me your handkerchief
to wipe the darkness from the end of day.

Within this mud of grief I feel cold clay
surrounding me, and beg for your relief.
Come rescue me, o stars. Lead me away

and help me find a place where I can play.
I find this sorrow anything but brief,
know well the darkness at the end of day.

How long will grief hang on? Please, be passé.
I wait to stand firm on a new belief
to rescue me. O stars, lead me away
from all the darkness at the end of day.