Sitting on a wooden fifth step of the stair with rustic, old, and frail base watching how hard the rains are pouring and the way they flow downstairs.
It started to invade a chastened heart It must have been like a stargazing Up above a dark and empty sky Not even a star is glistening.
Just afraid that this night will end ceaselessly I’ll wait for a star to show and in my position I can’t spot any with unfaltering wish that one would glow.
Shivering unbuttoning a thick cardigan covering a tormented weeping sense so I grabbed a candle and lit its wick hiding not to quiver and be weak.
That single light guided a gloomy way I walked barefooted to ease my walking And feel every step I will be making Letting my feet feel the pebbly trail.
Far from here I could sight a speck And it made me tremble and couldn’t speak As I rushed from the point originally where I was At last I saw a sparkling and glittering crack.
Tonight I’ll try not to blink and just watch that star above.