Stella

I can see you burning,
my dearest North Star,
as a guiding light
to lead me ‘ever onward.

Here, in my blackness,
your light refused
to leave me alone,
and Stella, my love,

I am, indeed, coming home.

Past the great bear
and through the void,
onward to Polaris,
where I can finally
rest my bones.

Safe, the warm embrace
of her loving light;
all movement ceases
beneath her burning eye.

Just a little farther to go.

Just a little farther until we’re home.

©️ 2019.