What makes the night so beautiful

And casts its stars so bright?

Whoever thought the sun

Could grow so dim at night?

What makes a person gaze

The closing day and sigh

What leads the heart to marvel

The wonders of tonight?

They can speak of angels

Or what scientists behold

Speak what they hear of facts

Or theories… but they know

That even Dawn cannot

Shed heaven onto Earth

If light falls in despair

Of visionary worth

For all is but a sight

A rosy sun, a sparkling sea

Unless engaged to love