To the star

Look, that star that's shiningup there, so far away;Her light has traveled eonsto meet our eye today.

Perhaps she even perisheda long, long time ago;only her light but nowdid cross the way we go.

The icon of this now dead starslow in the sky it rises.She was, while we could not her see.Now that we see, she's vanished.

So, just alike, when feelings faded,prey to the grinding wheels of time,the spectre of our weathered loveis doomed to haunt us for a while.