Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven!
-- That's not a star. I think that is a plane.--
Not a wishing star? I'll name it Seven
Satellites instead, spinning round again!
The reddening moon is such a sight to see
Among the dead and friendly stones of old
We lie and dream, my two sweet friends and me,
of myths and lore, new legends to be told.
It's cold outside, but we're together here
The dead, and us, and glistening, brilliant sky -
We write new tales for this new moon, so near,
And send aloft our stories up on high.
A new astronomy we made that night
of a heaven so near, that shone so bright.
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