My Little Child's Eyes

When I look into the sparkling eyes of my youngest child, I am awed at what I find there: joy, excitement, love, wonder are beeming from him all at the same time.

In the eventide
heavens canvas new
argent aspect spied
aloft springtime's dew

And twilight fades
as it turns to night
celestial lights parade
against ebony's light

And a mother sees
overhead from her
knowing eyes perceive
gentle lips whisper,

"Wondrous stars above
why in vain you try
to outshine the joy
in my little child's eyes?"