The sky is full of stars
Or is it the illumination of her words
That have speckled my vision
The dark of her valley
The very space
That no light hits
Has become my North star
Ursa Major feels so minor
Because her constellation
Is beyond the zodiac
Even though she is born in the twelve
I find her beyond the thirteen
Chasing her into a galactic storm
Looking for her to explain why
She had become like the star of the East
Real
Yet without discernment
I awake to find myself
Naked
Bathing in her subtlety
Of stating that she will always be with me
While never seeing her again
I lay in a cold embrace
Of dew on the blades of grass
And tears
Wishing that I could hide my soul
In the Big Dipper
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