Reality And Hope

This is a poem that someone close to me wrote. I think it is really good

The end will draw the line
Between what is wrong;
and what is fine
The clock haunts us
The ticking engulfs us
When I look ahead
The stars are clear
tonight.
Between the world;
and the dark.
A line is drawn.
Between reality and hope.
We look up and note
The stars are clear;
tonight.