The one I love makes sense of empty space,
Unfurling charts of light from east to west:
While in my ship the cosmic line I trace,
In airy currents, she maps out my quest.
With skyward look, I wonder where to roam,
So I might win the glory that I seek
With fallen star she leads me far from home–
In astral prophecy, I hear her speak.
And when my bones are lost beneath the sea,
Though Hades calls, I will not sink, but rise–
I know there is an open place for me,
A void between the stars that fill my eyes
To join the one who, guiding me since birth,
Casts constellated gaze upon the earth.