Leave it unsaid so it never ends;
and consider the fiery stars
burning from the core,
like high dancers in the dark:
Light years apart, far-flung and vast.
Take one more look at night’s illusion,
before turning in from your window;
like a glow worm in a bottle.
Send me a vision of stars,
consumed by matchless passions:
The ghosts of lovers and heroes
suspended in the constellations.
An earlier version published by The Dawntreader 2016