The Stars and You
Dear love, that I should go
into an unsetting sun
with only the lift of a hand
to you still standing there
like a young Rowan tree
planted in the cloud of this parting,
there is but one real truth.
When, thirty angels high,
I look down upon those veils and robes
of glimmering mist,
there, in every glittering
distillation of diamond, sun and dew,
I see you whom distance only
brings me the nearer to:
for the rocking seas may slide
under the hunting moon
and the capsizing constel-
-lations overhead
turn death or destiny
further away or toward
the flying instant I am
whispering over these seas,
nevertheless, my love,
leaving you, leaving you,
I travel still and still faster
than The Star Alliance
my last love, to you.