Like a sister, I look up to you.
Like the follower of your breadcrumb trail,
you created a path out of knowledge that
I could never cross in this youth.

Like a mother, I hope for you.
Like the virgin to the doomed Christ,
I clasp my hands in prayer and plead
for your securest today, your brightest tomorrow.

Like a young woman, I admire you.
Like the maiden of the crossing stars,
I cherish everything that is you:
your passing presence, your wayfaring warmth.

Such emotions,
still yet stormy seas.

Sisterly respect, motherly care,
the keys that unknowingly
led my dim world to your eternal sunrise.

Loving adoration,
the chains that burden your glow
and bring forth the lonely nights.