My path was set before the Heavens were born.
Maps held to my heart until I felt I and they would crumble.
Despite my best attempt, I became rudderless along the way.
But, no more.
The direction lies ahead and I unfold the map within my heart-
recognizing my place among the stars.
My route is sure.
My hope is firm.
We travel two to a page or go our separate ways.
But always know I carry pieces of you to the stars.