Guiding Star

Sometimes I lie awake at night 

pondering all of the things that could have been

hoping for some to return.

Sometimes I sit in my chair in spite

of the cold, sharp splinters piercing my skin

wishing for someone's concern.

Sometimes I am reminded of light

penetrating my veil of sin

while the bud of my youth starts to turn.

All these dark and dismal thoughts

have made me think that maybe I ought to start over new.

Though I am brutally aware, 

from my toes to my hair 

that I could never live without you. 

You keep me awake at night

you tint everything in sight.

No matter how hard the journey, no matter how far,

I know that you will be 

my guiding star.