|Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 16, 2010 at 9:06 AM|
I sit on the deck of my house far from the restive sea and see
a bright night star I have seen many times before. On rusty
iron decks of ancient ships where heaven and hell are fused
together in the gone hope of the lost. You were more radiant
before and nearer. Is it my eyes or you? I often thought if I
stood on my toes and stretched up, I would be able to touch
you and be blessed. So why didn’t I? You have followed me
in good times and in times unjust, quietly shining asking no
questions, just lightening up my path. My vanishing star soon
you will pale into the galaxy where stars go to pass away.
Without you my nights will be dreamless.