Constellations

Last door on the right
Turned into a frail light.
Haunted by old shadows
That never relinquish.
Afar I see your face
Lit by the fires of Orion.
Helios and Etherium your consorts 
Arcturian the last warrior 
Set in to the night sky
My soul reaches upwards
Wanting to see up close
This miracle of an ancient God
Displayed for me to see.