Classic Poem

The sky that curtains the old year
Is thick with cloud.

There is a cold and windy space
Between the worlds.

I shall climb the highest tower at the land's edge
That reaches into the darkness,
Into the wind.

When the earth turns tonight,
If the sphere of time
And the sphere of space
Touch for a moment,
I may catch your signal,
Or you may see the beacon fire
That I have lit for you.

O starry Navigator,
You have passed beyond the need
Of earth-burning light.
I shall know only by the stir in the heart,
And the flicker across my own fire,
That you have passed this way once more.

And if in that swift moment
I may not speak or call to you,
Or reach with a streaming signal
Into the wind,
You will know that I have stood the watch,
And that the searching beacon of my love
Burns on into the years.