My Polaris

Not so long ago,
In the night on the street; 
I saw a star bright, 
Like your eyes that I now see.

The Lamps then suddenly
In the night on the street; 
Shut them eyes, 
Like a maiden in her sleep.

Then slowly in the night, 
Crept the Dark on the street; 
Holding me in terror, 
Like a calf in lion’s den would be. 

And maybe I’d lost 
If not for that star on the street; 
Engulfed in the Dark, 
Like a vessel in the sea.

But the bright of that star, 
Like your eyes that I now see; 
Showed me the path 
In the night on the street.

And so I came home,
Like a mariner from the sea; 
Away from the Dark, 
In that night on that street. 

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