Lux

When seas were stormy and skies dark I always knew where to look. I directed my eyes to the South, always to the South, the stars pointing me back to her. She was a beam, a chalice of virtue and love, a direction I always knew to go. Voice like a siren but she did not dash me onto the rocks, instead she saved me from their sharp cutting edges that would tear open my bow and throw me into the waves. She was a source of light, the moon a glow, the stars aligning, a lighthouse that showed me home to her.