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
Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek
