Ode to a Compass by Stephen JG Dawson, Jr.
Just how tender is the night
When I’m guided only by your pull
And a map that’s dotted by celestial lights?
The fright excites and fever spikes
Until darkness wanes under pallid white
And brightly softens my gaze upon you,
“To the East,” you say as we chase the sun
I take a breath and wipe my brow
The trail looks traced and trodden now
And I’ve since forgotten how the roads became undone
I trust in you and your magnetic moor
That delves into the planet’s core
And secured our heading through tender night
I grow wearier still, but less forlorn.
Stephen JG Dawson Jr is a prose writer and poet from Staten Island, New York. Stephen is largely influenced by the British Romantics and Modernist Era poets.