i wander the nights with an anchor of lead,
weary of life, yet afraid of the dead.
lost in a sky where no lights seem to burn,
but one steady gleam marks the place i return.

the north star hangs distant, cold in the night,
a pinprick of promise, a flickering light.
it whispers, *"come closer,"* yet keeps me away,
a comfort, a warning, a night without day.

caught in the pull of the star and the sea,
a place in between is all i can be.
too scared to fall, too worn to climb high,
so here i drift under a silent sky.