Northstar
Perhaps it wasn't by design,
the lake, the trees,
the moondance through the clouds conspired
to move me, not to pure reflection
but into the depth of my own shadow realm;
the shoreline blurred and far away, became
a silent frame to resignation:
there would be
an intimacy in death
and warnmth
and blurring of resolve.
No, never by design,
the northstar's vigil drew me.
Yet, somehow it seemed
that peace was pre-ordained
as if explaining need...and circumstance--
As if to engineer a solitude,
as if inviting me to covet a forever
just like this.
~
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