My stars seem far away ,
My dreams make me afraid ,
My path suddenly seems stray.
The dawn seems so brilliant,
Yet the dusk so ignorant.
The vicissitudes seem grey,
The solitude gives no prey.
Alone, the darkness is a comfort,
Ignorance a grace ,
There is no need to see the face.
If only there can be an epiphany ,
If only life's serendipities would take pity;
Hope is not far away,
When words no more , do fail.
The light shines the brightest
