Agne's vision

I stood by the window
in my room each night
and looked at the starry sky.
One night I saw Him
in the clear moon-light.
The light made my eyes bright.
Six nights in a row
He sang His golden song
and on the seventh
He spread out His wings
and covered me in colors
blue, green, purple and red
in an explosion of light.
And all the time He was singing.
Now I've got the strength to stay
till the Day of Joy
when I'll be lifted up by wings,
up to the stars.