You Sing So Sweetly, Star Of Eventide Poem by Christopher McInnes

Sonnet (II) to Joe McElderry

In days of trouble, when no even keel
Presents itself on the rocky barque of life,
Events can press so hard, that I do feel
That only Sleep will free me from the strife.

Then on the horizon of my poor world
I see the glimmer of a saviour’s light,
As darkness’ gentle banner is unfurled
And from the scorching sun I find respite.

You sing so sweetly, star of eventide,
Cradling with heaven’s care my spirit burned
By this cruel day, which left no place to hide
In mundane deserts of emotions spurned.

The heedless glare of morning did me wrong,
Now you, night’s hero, do me right, in song.