Stars that dip beneath the trees,
cast a light so I can see,
beyond the shadows near,
but far from my reality.
Moon glow round the trace,
summer breeze upon my face.
Only loneliness do I fear,
I stand alone for the human race.
Then a sliver of pulsing white,
hung in the dark trees so bright,
no glorious fanfare did I hear,
just beauty in a form so slight.
As if God himself heard my call,
with only hope against the fall,
a truth to which I can adhere.
I need to know, once and for all.
Inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"