The loneliest of walks is that which under a star
when walked beneath an echoing flare
Needn’t a road nor a leading clue
For a star is there to be fair
next to the face of that like no other; the moon
They speak and steer while still
from night to day, and noon
With such light that sparks the passions of the will
At all times love’s guidance came
When both did feel the same

Poetry by Farah A.Y