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.
Love!
Thank you!