Southern Cross

At this time everyone feels lost.
An impulse from a distant star
Will come from very far away.
Although it can’t know where you are,
Finds you with a wave of information
From a remote dying constellation.

Tonight, imagine yourself curled
Between the arms of one you love.
His gentle breathing moves your hair,
His simple bicep lies above
Your bicep, as he holds you firmly tight,
To spite the nadir of your darkest night.

When morning comes you’ll wake and know
That like the star, although he’s gone,
He guides your safety from afar,
He knows that you are good and strong
And well equipped to face the daunting day.
So like the star he doesn’t need to stay.

The days will pass. The time will come,
That you don’t need to have him there.
There’ll be a better one to love;
The strength he gave you, you can share,
-In fact that rationale is slightly wrong-
The strength was hidden in you all along.

Until that day, when darkness comes
And you have settled in your bed,
Imagine his arm upon your arm,
Imagine his head behind your head.
A reference point, for when you’re at a loss,
Somewhere far beneath the Southern Cross.