Yes,
essentially
I have moved on
and off the grid,
freed of being fixed
to your faint star;
nevertheless,
never far.

I am circling round
a super moon
and back again
to when and where
now is then.
And there is
no need for excuse
or explanation.

No more wishing
on a star, I'm done
with resignation
of truth,
free to be
traversing
uncharted skies,
to fall and rise.

Love cannot
be extinguished
by force of your will,
star light, star bright.
I no longer wish
I might or might not.
I simply do.
I am.

That I am
because you are
I know and I choose
to carry on, shining
in a universe of One,
resplendent sun,
on dark side of the moon
in coldest June.

Warmed by
promise of centrifugal
force and propelled
into uncertainty,
I dare to blow out
all the candles,
flaming soul star
restored to radiance.

Untethered,
if still held
in love denied
and tried,
convicted by
a sea of flashing lights.
Blue bayou
fades, still fails

to stop my heart
from beating out
its rhythmic remembrance.
Six-syllable song
that rises and falls
with breath and whispers,
essentially,
yes.