All those stars… beaming beacons.
They have a purpose, anchored for reasons.
You are uncharted territory, no record.
Blank sections of map, still undiscovered.
A vast ocean, yet to be explored, still free.
Steady swells and waves of consistency.
Chiseling away barnacles of trauma.
Washing through, cleaning each chakra.
You are a brutal force but meticulously gentle.
Same as the stars, remaining true and faithful.
Migrating me rhythmically, like breath.
Sailing over trenches, merely cresting untold depth.
You are uncharted territory, a new discovery.
Knowingly, you drift me to shores of reciprocity.

- R. Short