No matter the thalassic antics,

there's always a glow soterial

without motives ulterior, 

to soothe the seafarer's blues;

a little magnetic comfort

from the sky's anchor:

Polaris to the rescue, 

a benediction uttered in

silent resplendent diction.

 

An invitation of friendship

from the firmament

to the Magi of the sea,

a little something fixed

amidst the waves of mortality. 

 

A welcome cosmic vigilance

this celestial diligence,

antidote to a maritime melancholy,

when the soul flirts with antinomy.