Your love was warm summer nights,
With warm summer stars dropping,
Gently dropping,
On my wondering face,
Filling my arms with their weightless glow.
Embering Betelgeuse, Sirius, glittering fire.
Vast, smoking Aldebaran, Taurus's eye,
And Alnilam, the pearl cluster
At the buckle of the Hunter's belt.
Mighty, thundering Suns, prism'd Kings,
Falling across the emptiness of the years.
Squeezing themselves so small,
That I could hold them, here,
Against my chest.
