The Starcaller

I call out
the strange named stars
to pull them
From the eastern abyss
to creep up
through the grass
and trees
until they stand tall
Above the eartbound haze.

I know them again as
I count their form
and note their constellations.

They all still stand firm
and lend a sense of order
to this damned random world below.

Will the Lion and the Bear
ever pause in their circle
a single moment to note
The passage of a friend
when their points
no longer reflect
From mine eyes?