Gazing at the Night Sky

Deep inside the hollow heart,
There lies a little me;
She stares at the darkness around,
For that is all she sees.

I am her and she is lost,
Her eyes are staring wide;
She wonders at the silent black,
And it is always night.

 I think of when the stars will show,
To light up the grimness and her;
I wonder if any ray of hope,
Could be so brave and sure.

Sure of its creation,
Profound in its light;
A stroke of white joy,
That rushes past her side.

I look at her now,
Still lost and gazing up;
Holding her knees so close to her chest,
Overcome with hope, waiting for love.