My daughter,
I pray for you a lighthouse—

though my blue supergiant heart
has the brightness
of a million suns
and my four angles

are strong in the carpenter’s
square,
I am set to supernova
in a million years.

Long may you be carried
in the spiral arms beneath me.

I pray that you will only
gather
the right stones
into your orbit.

I pray that you will circle
a planet
fit to view your light,
fit to ballast

your extreme seasons>
your circuit like a belt
your uneven sphere
shaped by your own gravity.

I pray that you shine
past all
measure, past all
Enlightenment.