I’ve named a star after you. No not through
some registry, but for care of heaven
and you. I’ve named it in my heart. Its hue
of blue-white glows in your clear eyes even
from across the room, more luminous than
closer stars. It already answers to
Bellatrix, Gamma Orionis; can
match your iris with its blush of gray-blue
when you wear certain sweaters. Third brightest
star in Orion, it forms the hunter’s
left shoulder, that place I feel your head rest
even though you’re not here. It seems you’re there,
celestial navigation’s source, guide true
as honor, new name known just to us two.
Roger Armbrust
January 9, 2012
