I had thought there was nothing left to find--
When the Man had left, the fire
Dwindled, and all there was where
Once I had blazed like a beacon
On a foggy night
Lay ashes and memories.
But his hands, so roughly gentle
Found among the ashes
A dimly glowing ember
And coaxed it into something
More than a slightly
Smoldering memory.
My Red King moved me like the earth,
Shifted my world
Inverted the poles
My trusty compass always pointed North
Due North
Drew me onward up the coast
And suddenly, I was being pulled
In a new direction--like
A sailor with a new polestar.
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