Guiding Stars, Guiding Shells, Light my Way

Sometimes, I find myself out of all place and time, unsure if it is even I who is misplaced—not sure of much, if anything at all. Some of life's lost wanderers find themselves astray in the vastness of a n empty desert, some lose their way in a dark forest, but I...I find myself amidst the battering waves and spray of a deserted midnight beach. I leave imprints in the sand to find my way back to where I've come from, but they are swept away by the raging tide—only forward will suffice. I dwell in this dark place of swells, of thwarted love, friends lost, potential that can never take optimistic unshape again, and I thank the clouds in the sky for hiding these...not tears...just salt water pooling in my eyes. But shame never brought us closer to our truth—the stars and the moon know this in their bright burning in the sky, and so they whisper to the clouds to take the night off, and suddenly my way shines and sparkles in each shard of sand and pale white shell before me, and I remember who I am and where I am going: I am the Universe itself, and I go now to the opposite pole of the world—the positive one, to exude this powerful symphony of night lights, to help others find their way!