The sun our immediate star
the moon our own satellite,
near constellations familiar
their regular orbits make,
yes, I know where they are
for I can see them from afar -
yet, that person once so close
brighter, nearer, than any star
naught is known about her now,
for I can only surmise, speculate
that upon completion of studies made,
a long return journey over vast leagues
of blue rolling ocean waves returned her
to a bustling, noisy megalopolis of millions,
where she, swallowed in a mass of humanity,
eventually a life of true love, happiness found
in comfort abundant, and in peace,
since of wealthy background her heritage,
it is inconceivable to ever foresee any need,
may the divinity she knows, prays to, and loves
bestow upon her all that which is rightly hers,
for surely, well she knows who and where
she is, and all that has ever has happened to her.