Standing under the street lamp lending me its brightness in the damp air after the storm passed. Like a halo. Looking up at the sky There’s no difference between the stars and the clouds. It’s too dark. They fight with the black shapes covering their light. But in the end they always lose. I want to lend them my strength. Tell them “I know you’re back there. I can see you. Just a little bit more.” The clouds pass and reveal one hidden star. It’s barely visible. Too small to make much of a difference in the black sky. But I saw it. If only somebody would have seen Me. I’m standing under the street lamp. Using it’s light as my own Halo.