Against the wind I make my flight, fighting a mighty storm. My hands outstretched toward that distant, but brightly shining star. Whether it’s my salvation or my doom, I no longer care. If even for a moment, I must lay my hands upon that star. To feel its warmth, to feel it’s very light consume me.
Grand star, so brightly shining in my night sky, help me keep my candle bright. Help me make greater that which keeps the darkness at bay. I will let this storm toss me about so long as it brings me one step closer to that other source of light. My wings cannot be broken, I will not fall from this flight. Oh great star, guide me to your light.
flickeringlightinthedarkness 