The faithful beauty of stars.
—Sarah Teasdale, Winter Stars
And never did
Why you took me
Into the church
Of your silence,
The shadowy naves
Of your mystery,
The deepest parts
Of your liturgy…
I love to be with you―
You're my shelter,
My silent summer.
From the moment I met you
I needed to be near you,
Whether walking
Or sipping tea,
Loved to share my feelings;
Let my heart sing.
I understand your silences,
You keep me balanced;
I see my image
Reflected in your eyes.
We’re two of a kind,
A pair of sunny July’s.
But even now
In the depths of winter
Your glance is still dark
With surprise
On nights
When the weather's bitter
Your stars still gleam
In my eyes.