stars beyond

I searched for stars, wand'ring beyond the glare
of streetlights and haze, of brightly lit moon;
so hidden, except for a few, the brightest, the strongest,
just one or two.

I wandered afar into the dark entryway;
a park closed at dusk, with shadows at play.
I looked high above into the sky
and wondered if angels hovered nearby.

I sighed in the darkness of brightly lit shadow.
The stars danced above, just out of sight.
I whispered a prayer of thanks to the Lord.
In his hands safely the skies frame the night.

11 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods