“Stars, stars! And all eyes else dead coals.” (The Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare)
There are stars swimming in your eyes,
A pooled lantern that never dies;
Spreading a warmth on the soil
Of life, the dust always loyal.
Yet the need for colour lives on,
For too soon days fade and are gone;
I pluck the hairs that hide the pulse
In search of love to bridge the gulf.
And while earth unfurls her beauty
In all seasons where we drink tea,
I stay smitten, ardent lover,
Stellar-stunned as you uncover.