To The Star To the star up in ethereal heights There's a path so far to stray, Thousands of years might have its lights Been wandering 'til today. Maybe it perished long ago On its way down through blue space, This moment yet you come to know Its shine upon your face. The icon, gently soaring high, Of that star now long since dead: Could never spot it while alive, Now gone - we see it yet. Alike when our desire grown old And lost in deepest night, The light of faded love now cold Still reaches our sight.