I shall be quiet and peer into the silent night

I shall be quiet and peer into the silent night,
Waiting for an abatement in this mundane rite.

Endless, the sky stares at me, everyday;
Somewhere within my gaze, I search for beauty.

A profound meaning, is worth not;
Nor is an ideal hope, with whispers fraught.

There are no stars that glitter like
Ever dearer gold or precious skies.

There is no sound, startling,
Waiting to pounce with joy's sighs.

There is nothing but a blank wall,
With a tree shrugging in tired effort.

There is a rustling wind, with creaks
Of aged grinding knees.

There is that sudden wish,
That everything would stop and be still.

I shall stay quiet and stare into the silent night,
With hope, because there is nothing else.

The Light Shines The Brightest