It floated up there,
Nothing big and nothing small,
Floating up above my head,
It’s sharp gaze looking down
Into somber eyes,
Hollow eyes with nothing
Left to offer.
Up there it floated,
Looking into somber eyes
With patience and empathy,
Waiting for faith and hope
To be restored to hollow eyes.
Up there it floated above,
With no hurry or worry,
It waited above, looking below.