On Night Winds Winging #8
What's love like, but a night full of stars,
for stars never rise at my bidding.
I see them not, then the blue is ablaze!
The stars wane for nothing
though storms grand and meager
press them from the scene
winds seeming to topple the will of each flame.
Time wheeling, though, leaves nothing stable
in place to veil stars.
And so love burns on and burns on.