Heaven's Vault

i.

In gloom still love is luminous and made
Of lovers' plaints and passions disobeyed.
If air is sweet and recollects her scent,
What makes is so is subtle and unseen.
Once promised, unforgotten and unspent,
My want of heaven's vault is now unclean.
The life I sought, dismembered and unsung,
Was promised, was diminished then undone.

ii.

You’re not the sun that kisses me with light,

Nor yet the moon that covers me each night.

If not the Pleiades, nor Virgo’s grain,

Nor any constellation’s fancied lines.

Nor painted dusk that bold auroras feign,

You’re beautiful beyond these earthly signs.

You're not the northern star, yet I obey,

And look for you wherever I might stray.