Red sky at night

A ginger voice soft

My mind goes to autumn leaves

And the wind that brings them down

Falling on shoulders

Freckles that I can count

And navigate like constellations

The cosmos are in her eyes

An endless dare

Calling for exploration

An endless pursuit

Mine aren't the first dreams

To be gathered there

Lost and broken

Home left behind

To the north

Ursa Minor upon her lips

The bear

The ladle

That I can fill and drink

From the tail of her voice

That comes

Gingerly