Fair Pyxis

by Gergely Kanyicska


Their songs, their dance are not for me;
I leave their fires and faiths behind
And push off alone for open sea,
To the arctic wind my fate I bind.

I leave their fires and faiths behind
And sail the seas of endless night.
To the arctic wind my fate I bind,
The teasing Moon my guiding light.

I sail the seas of endless night,
Beneath heaven's cold firestorm.
The teasing Moon my guiding light,
Her fickle flame, her faithless form.

Beneath heaven's cold firestorm,
Where reason's lost, but can I lose
Love's fickle flame, her faithless form?
My frostburnt heart will have to choose.

My reasons lost, but can I lose
Myself, the past, the stars, my way?
My frostburnt heart will have to choose
To steer a course or idly stray.

Myself. The past. The stars my way,
Their Compass, my new guiding light.
I steer my course towards endless day
As the waning Moon sinks into night.

Fair Pyxis is my guiding light
As I chart alone the open sea.
The fading Moon now blinks from sight.
Our song, our dance was not to be.


Copyright © 2003, Gergely Kanyicska
Pyxis, the Mariner's Compass

Pyxis, the Mariner's Compass
by Joseph J. von Littrow


Gergely Kanyicska is a second year law student at Duke University. His poetry has appeared in a number of small press journals, and his flash piece, "A Winter Afternoon at Old Trinity," won NFG's first Great 69-er contest.

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