To The Star (version four)

To the star up in ethereal heights
A path so far to stray,
Thousands of years might have its lights
Been wandering ´til today.

Maybe it perished long ago
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.

´t is alike, when our desire got old
And lost in deepest night,
The light of faded love, now cold,
Still reaching our sight.