"Desert Star"
Desert Star, in the night sky-
My small hands are cupped around my eyes,
searching for you.
Dry and cracked the desolate plains around me
look blue in the light of the moon.
She is full and proud, shining for the world, but you Star-
shine for me.
Round and round I turn, my neck craned upwards-
the wanderer searching for the heavenly point.
The line drawn between body and star cannot be so far.
My hands now raised, my palms in surrender,
I speak to you-
Find me instead, I will be your fixed position.
Do not lose your bearing on me.
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