Your sombre mien betrays your cosmic grace.
Clustres of stars swim in your placid eyes.
Despondent, fey thing, searching for a place,
No one can hear your desperate, silent cries.
You care not for the worldly things I hoard;
You are as open as the sky is vast.
Eyes to the sky, you dream of a reward –
A future as long, fruitful as your past.
A heaven could not be enchanting as
Your sparkling laugh or spangled smile.
I can imagine no sight so great as
You – who seem to stretch on for miles.
Unworldly beauty, I am earthly bound;
I can only watch you waltz on, around.