Advent

There is no view through the window.
It is too dark,
It is night and
It is silent.

It is just a thin figure
Who looks out,
Staring blankly:
Too hopeless to hope.

Maybe a glimpse
Through the tear in the night void
Of a planet in its infancy
In the blink of a lost thought.

A little bobbing prayer
Floats across a dead earth.