SIRIUS

To me, you seem the remotest of all,
standing apart from a
splendid stellar pantheon, elevated,
as a sparkling starling
upon an etheric perch, bearing your
radiance with an intricate
blend of humility and pride, as a new
monarch his orb and sceptre.

I come, as ever, to seek great Polaris,

Savant of the North,

his prudent counsel, but my wayward

gaze sweeps across the

floaty filigree of ink-dark Elysian veils

to your godlike glow,

worthy of Andromeda's coronet, of the

Pleiades' white gold tresses.

A child regards the glittering gateway

to her own Heaven and haven,

where Orion laid his hand upon her head

and Pegasus told of sojourns 

between the clouds; where she wished

upon meteors, hoping for 

smiles and succour, longing to hear the

music of the heavens.

She yearns for sleep, for in dreams alone

could she run in the rainbow,

tread the lane of light to you, to your silver

song sailing celestial streams.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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