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
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
. . .