When the wind blows and the stars shine bright,
Sometimes there is this golden light,
That emanates from the nothingness within the mind,
And answers to many a question, one can then find.
Churning emotions and a pained soul,
Something in the heart is burning a hole.
Flustered hopes and withered dreams,
Yet that light unscathed gleams.
Just pay sufficient attention to the light,
Like the stars of Bethlehem, it shall guide,
To a place, where questions melt into answers right,
And the mind takes off on another endless flight.