Sodium Lights

Hurtling makeshift beacons into the night,.  
This sweet, comforting artificial light,.  
   
That holds my eyes in place,.  
A placard that holds my attention toward space,.  
 
Where she once floated like a satellite,.  
Making a never ending, beautiful flight,.  
   
The sorrow is not something worth feeling,.  
There is no longer any need for concealing,.  
   
The brightness that we cover up with our scars,.  
Now we throw salt in our wound that has become the sodium lights I now call my stars,.  
   
With a crack of her oar,.  
She guides a blood moon leading us to home,.  
In due time we arrive, to never again be alone,..,.,.,