Northstar

By design,
the lake, the trees,
the moondance through the clouds conspired
to move me, not to pure reflection
but into the depth of my own shadow realm;
the shoreline blurred and far away, became
a silent frame to resignation
... death was warm, and intimate.

By design,
the northstar's vigil drew me
and I knew
the peace was pre-ordained
as if explaining need...and circumstance--
as if to engineer a solitude,
as if inviting me to covet a forever
just like this.
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