A bitter chill
icy air
stars are attached by
halos of frost
I can only look up tonight
That is the only direction
There are no poles no lines
Made by men.
I will use the compass of my heart
My instinct instilled through thousands of years
My instinct says
"Look up child! see all that is yours!"
I know what is mine, and as everything,
Transient and everchanging.
I shall move as the stars do,
Silently through a cold night
My own path.