I know nothing of the stars,

nor the moon, or the sun.

They speak not to me

 I can see their guiding

light, their warmth, the very

path they forge for me.

Right when I need it the most,

a helping hand, a caress on

my cheek, a soft stroke over

my hair, to let me know that

they are watching over me,

always there for me.

Stars strewn over the sky

Moonlight so bright

Sun my gentle friend

Comfort me