Poetry

Polaris

I wandered outside of my Grandparent's farmhouse, seeing the milky way for the first time in my life.

Enveloped by Winter's freezing touch
Softly caressing me to a slow demise
The howl of the coyote in the distance
Beckoning to explore the untamed woods
Warmth of a home and comfort of a bed
Wanting me to stay inside on this dark night

Temptations wash away as I bask in peace
Under the glory of the Cosmos laid bare
Eyes wide as I stare upon the Milky Way
No man-made lights polluting this purity
Never have I seen this before in my existence
Never have I seen it since that fateful night

I could not stop myself from mindlessly staring
Losing myself in the vast eternity of the Cosmos
Ancestors toiled under these same heavenly lights
I can leave no mark this grand upon the Earth
Everything I can accomplish will fade away
All under the unwavering gaze of the Cosmos

A shout comes, breaking me from my peace
It is my father.
"I am watching the stars. Aren't they beautiful?"
The door of my Grandparent's house swiftly shuts
No lights pollute my sight, but my thoughts do
Maybe I should not be outside alone at 1:34 am

"Can you name any constellations?"
It is my father?
"How about the Little and Big Dipper?"
My eyes scan the painting that is the night sky
"Yes, that is the Big Dipper right there.
Now follow the edge of it, what is that star?"

Polaris: The North Star.
An immovable radiant guide in the void above
Every crystalline gem of the abyssal night
Dancing around Polaris endlessly in subjugation
A constant in this every mutating decaying world
I shall treasure the crown jewel of the night forever

It has been three years since that fateful night
Never again have I seen the vast gown of Polaris
No matter where I go, I shall treasure the memory
Of Polaris in its grandeur, suffocating in its presence
While traveling the world, every night I gaze out
Endlessly searching in vain for my jewel long lost

Maybe I shall return to that lone secluded house
Where I meet Polaris on that fateful night
The concept floating smoothly within my raging mind
I would be lying if I wasn't afraid of the thought
Has the pure gem lost its superior incandescent lustour?
Have my eyes forsaken the soothing guiding light of Polaris?