Sky glassed with pink,
makes me wonder,
makes me think.
How big am I?

In a lifetime,
how bright,
how bright will I shine?
How big am I?

Is there a place,
either here,
or in space,
for me?

What good am I?
If only I tried.

But nothing goes unknown,
except the vast planes of mother Earth,
the deep caverns and crevasses.

So when will I,
shine bright?
When will I,
have my time?

God only knows,
if God even holds the cards.

So I will wait,
staring at the glassy pink sky,
wait for my time,
for my moment.