The Star 

. . .

She rises;
whilst I am setting,
across the seas of shores, boat letting
coastal greys and coastal sailing
to the hills
where I sing songs
regaling;
to the West
where the cold has come
to the East
where the summer loves
to the North
where the naked run
to the South
where my brothers gone

She rises;
and Jupiter crosses her path in open arms
the sphere of Love
She rises,
and the sky is filled
with firelight
like fireflies
in an open blush
across the seas
. . .