When streams of words and information
inundate my brimming mind,
inevitably I make the journey
to the River of the Milky Sky
and, drifting there among the stars,
my flooded mind again is parched.
I’ve often admired their burning gaze,
With my head tipped back on the darkest nights:
Their beauty never ceases to amaze –
And yet, I’m much more taken by the sight
Of those from which thy pure love shines –
Much fairer, dear, and far more bright
Than any fleeting fancy of mine.
More beautiful than all the heavn’ly lights,
A mirror of the world divine;
The embodiment of peace and right;
And more accessibly set to admire
Than those lofty points in their great height –
Besides, my love, yours carry me higher.
They’re easily seen both day and night,
And, truly they’re much brighter
Than any light in any sky.
And all heavens to me are within sight
When I stargaze into your eyes.
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