To Keats Poem by john wake

How I wish you to view the garden,
One of my romantic den.
The grasshopper and the cricket,
Always there, romanced by the sun and rain.
How I wish you to see the silhouettes, in the morning light
And shadows at dust, that hypnotizes my brain;
As the right light fades,
And the moon comes to age.
Now how I wish you where blind,
Because in night sky there no bright stars to find.
Simply stolen by the fluorescent lights,
The street lights burning bright;
Seal the stars beams,
Making Gemini or Virgo only part of dreams.