I think I've followed stars before
tracking them with my eyes
blurred points of light
scratching across the night
faint traces of history

but none seem so far
so distant yet intense
fervent fixed & cool
as this one point
that follows & traces me

[Not a lot to blog at the moment: inner turmoil, blah blah blah...relationship conflicts, blah blah blah... lack of decent nose-studs in Edinburgh, blah blah blah...

So here's a poem instead.

Nods. Yep, that's about the size of it.

Saunters off into the encroaching darkness of a wet Edinburgh evening...]