As I walk the dark of morning,
Alone on foot, just I,
I carry a light of warning,
On my path beneath the sky...
Strewn in the canopy above
I see the stars, as they ply on;
I see the triangle of
The Canine stars and Orion...
Casseopia's
easy to see,
Its group of stars, the five of them;
They look like alphabet letters to me:
Like capital 'W' or uppercase 'M'...
Polaris isn't so bright,
As it shines up in the north;
But still, it's a guiding light
To those who venture forth...
I see the Dipper with its handle,
A constellation there so far...
Each little lumen* a distant candle,
Alight each circumpolar star...
They always seem on their road,
These stellar lights, that travel the dark;
They tarry not in an igloo abode,
But continue on, no place to park...
The same may also be said,
Of all that journey across the sky,
Of all that nightly tread,
Beyond where eagle doth fly...
Each luminous little star,
Alit, up there afar...
―John
Riedell
* lumen is Latin for light
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