There is a star that shines softly and constant through our night
It could be living or dead–but it glows
It’s elaborate, it’s light, as it shines unintruding
Entering my eyes
Touching my soul
Warming my heart to think that
You might be looking at it too.
Someday I hope that we should meet.
I will remain, and shine, and warm your heart,
through your eyes,
and enter your soul,
Though I don’t yet know your name.