Ursa Minor

I tried to paint a sonnet, sketching the outline of a little bear in rigid meter and unforgiving syllables, believing that starlight could be channeled into couplets and narrow verses. But you are bright and absolute, defying the curvature of gravity; growing brighter as the years pass.

I want to see you in sunlight; to see your shadows and heartbeat in three dimensions. My pole star; angel descending from the new moon, you must be real; but come as a petite messiah, unresting, lifting my crosses; giving this serpent's heart the ability to defy gravity for a couple hours, with a starlit smile and aegis words and arms that never fail to light the road Home.

You will always shine the brighter; lodestar for weary pilgrims who walk desolate halls. I would shimmer next to you, small and insignificant in your corona, just strong enough to keep you spinning straight. I pray for the strength to carry your black holes, so you might shine brightly for the journeymen, small and insignificant, who look to you.

Yes, that would be glory enough.