Look, my love, and see how things are
On the nature of two who become one star –
Verdant growth or a withering dark,
Each a choice that makes its mark.

Gather yourselves in bright places,
Resting in the sun and moon’s embraces,
Or beneath the reverent stars at night
With hands entwined and hearts held tight
So others yearn at such a sight.


  • for M…my great Pearl.

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