Three points off the starboard bow

Three points off the starboard bow and up, brightest star dead ahead. That's where I am. That's where I'm going. That's where they wait for me. 

My hands and my arms are empty. My sight is lonely save for that bright star. My lungs breathe stale air. And tongue taste spiceless food. My voice falls away from me never to return.

My ship sails. My canvas is set to the braces and unfurled. I cast off all lines. Off to starboard. Three points if you will. The bright star dead ahead. My star. My heart. My smile. My soul. They're all there. My home....