Lonely heaven's old wondrous daughters,
the mystic stars,
grouped to pattern by the folly of man's imagination,
but it is not so,
the separator has ravaged this dome
tail of the Plough in tears
for the Milky Way
Centre of Orion's belt pining for Arcturus
Capella severed from Vega,
ah, loaded thirds have kicked the music
from these lovers
untied they lie and sigh for the togetherness
and a shooting star is one common tear.

probably written October 1971

© John Close