We seek refuge

Hidden away beyond hills

Sharing seven sunrises

With each dizzying height

Of our burning star

The world is obscured

Perhaps vanished

Until the climb

Is all that remains

And we thrill to it

Becoming stars ourselves

With each ascendance

The air thins

Parting for our passage

Welcoming us upward

To take our places

In the sky – Caroline A. Slee