Ursa Major, through frosty clouds and the chill of the night wind,
Icy crystals of cirrus feathers drift,
Yet you burn through this mist.
Oh Great Bear,
Your piercing gems stare down from distant realms of cold certainty,
Burning through night's curtain with platinum fire,
Like desert rider Alcor on his shiny steed Mizar,
Let me follow you through the charcoal vault to the shores of infinity.
