Okay

Every night
He paints the sky
With stars
Just for me.

But I'm so
Wrapped up in
Darkness
That I don't see.

Every day
He shines
His bright light
My way

But I hide
In a cocoon
Of pale skin
And deep within

I search for a soul
A flicker of feeling
Someone, anyone...
But I'm still not whole.

Maybe one night
Or one fine day
He'll take my hand
And make everything
okay.