I stand in the darkness,
firing arrows into the night sky.
The burning tips glitter,
and hold my fulfilled promises.
They find purchase in the velvet black,
and burn there as a testament of my love.
Will they be seen?
Can the other part of my soul discern the pattern?
Are they brave enough to follow
Will they follow them back,
and know I was never without them
for strength or hope?
Will they know they were never truly without me?