Stars

Each night I stand at my window

Looking for the stars

Those sparkles of dreams and of fire!

So close yet so far

In the scattered night they smile at me

In playfulness they wave

Out of the inky blackness

At once solemn and grave

Yet the night has no power

Over these points of light

Scattered and hidden maybe

But they shine ever so bright

Oh dear stars twinkling in the night

Shine on as hope’s beacon light!

For if you can shine in depths so dark

Then I too, can take heart

For in your twinkling lights I finally see

Why the sky is dotted with memory

For when night comes, and it must

We must have a light in which we trust

May K.