Star of the sea,

Your eyes
  are not lost to time—
    they look through mine.

A rhythm runs in reverse—
    a cosmic hesitation,
    a mirrored universe.

Beneath retrograde skies
  I feel your gravity in mine—
    moon-pulled,
    waver at shore,
    a body arriving
      through what it adores.

A bell chimes—low—
along horizon’s spine,
carrying songs
where birds ark
and fly.

Every survival, a tide—
echoing through ancestral lines.

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I re-member surfacing
  in salt, then silence.
Full in the vein,
  then waning,
    in love’s deep guidance:

  you are the undertow in my blood,
 the soft glow of my heart a-flood.

Your eyes are vessels
  where beauty longs to rise,
    lifting to constellations
    of passage and rite.

Water-bound, they migrate
  through every fossil night,
    mapping generations
    in the memory of light.

Lodestar, guide bright.
Return to where seeing
  becomes lasting sight.

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