A Sky Full of Stars

As the late-evening sun retreated behind the trees

And the horizon gave one final burst of colour before it set

Darkness soon enveloped the small, sleepy town indeed

Giving rise to a thousand glittering stars from the offset

Most people were asleep by now, but not one young girl

Who sat beside her window, looking up at their brilliance

Pondering over these little diamonds that fill the world

Like beacons of hope for lost souls, in the distance

She delighted in the feeling she had when saw them twinkling above

It wasn’t just a feeling of ecstatic enchantment she harnessed

But also knowing that millions of strangers could look at them with the same love

And feel the same pleasure of serenity and total calmness

As she grew older, her fascination for them never faded

They gave her hope as she faced new exciting and terrifying possibilities

She wondered if anyone was looking at them the way she did every day

But she could never know if they were, she thought to herself while sighing

How she wished upon those stars that she could find someone

In the world to make her forget this residing feeling of loneliness

But all she could do was to wait, and wish upon them

Preferring to be young and naive, rather than totally hopeless

One starry evening, she attended a party with her friends

But alone she did feel among these people she hardly knew

But look at that over there, a telescopic lense!

She walked out into the garden, passing through the passionless people

What the curly-haired girl didn’t realise, was the boy behind the lense

“Oh!” she gasped, “I’m really sorry, but I didn’t see you there”

He reassured her, saying that it was perfectly fine and was not offended

And proceeded to show her the constellations in space, elsewhere

She had never met someone with such an affinity for stars as herself

And delighted in his explanations about the beautiful constellations

“I have never met someone so eager to know about the stars”, he said

She almost wanted to blush after his spot-on observation

But sadly, all good things must come to an end

And as the magical evening drew to a close

She left the party having made a new and intimate friend

She looked again at the stars when she went home

She looked at them with enchantment and ecstatic hope