Arcturus

If I could carve up these words

into something close to

beauty

or

truth

I would shape them into nocturnal arrows

send them flying east

past Ursas of varying pitch,

through mazes of simple stars,

whose only purpose was wishing

instead of advising shepherds or

wood wanderers or

wayward cowboys,

All looking for guidance

from a careless Venus

rather than an orb of incandescence.

Underestimated in strength

her wavelengths

are l o n g e r

less visible to uncomplicated eyes

they are heat

they are combustion

and radiation

the fire of 110 suns.

a pillar of the sky

That these lines could

resonate across limitless space

strike deep with truth

remind you of your brilliance;

that you are not just a star out of place,

low on a foreign horizon,

borderline between stability and variability,

but a tempest of fire

fusing elements into substance

moving, expanding,

preparing to slough off a common shell

to unveil your true brilliance.