- Yaira Ebanks
- Feb 15
- 1 min read
In a night sky, flying high
Boats below, they are stars drifting by
Their lights aglow, a mirrored sight
An ocean sky reversed at night
Are stars above so far, so bright
So different from these points of light
Guiding ships or guiding man
Both mark the way
Keep us from going astray
Modify my perspective
Downside is upside
You change the rules
And I abide