Pole Star

Blessed be the pole star
That guides you ever,
In the pitch darkness of the night.

The lofty waves cradle you
Propelling you forth,
Soothing frayed nerves
And tired senses.

Wish I were the very star
Blessed.
For, it smiles bright
Into you, each night-
Glimpsing You, My love.

Jealous, yes, I am-
Of the lone star
You gaze at,
Every sundown.

Blessed be the star,
At whom, you longingly stare
Each night.

Yet, even more blessed I am-
For whom, you so achingly wait
On your endless sail-
Ever and forever.