“Look there!” Her inhale seemed to stop all sound.
“The Sisters are happy tonight!” Nine stars,
haloed blue sapphires, seeming to abound
in stardust, their glowing bodies so far
from us, yet so near we sensed their bright souls’
passion. “All civilizations love them,”
she whispered, as if in prayer. We two strolled
the beach, the dark sea whispering back. Then
she stopped, stared through me, her stars of passion
consuming me. “Promise, Galileo,
you’ll study them close. Learn their great lessons,
their endless songs.” “I promise.” Now I go,
these ages later, alone out to sea,
caressing stars, and my love’s memory.
Roger Armbrust
October 16, 2019
