What makes stars romantic? Is it
Of a night sky dark lit with diamonds?
Or the wilderness of blue-white witnesses
Staring wordless back across the abyss?
Or the fascination of forever? (For love
Is a fragment of forever lodged in the
Is it the need for two when one seems
The desire to touch in the temple? The vast, lonely
Field of life in which love, too, is a light
Amidst darkness? (So many lovers scattered across
The black canopy like burning dust.)
Or is it the passion at a
The heat of love lighting the emptiness,
Hurling its ardor across light years of sorrow
To tell us something about what yearns
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