Where is the Plough? Reveal it to me now

As morning draws a veil across the sky

And did I dream Orion, brightly cinctured would remain

Whatever fiercer glare obscured my eye?

The promised Bear and maiden seemed to dominate the night

Adorned with myriad starlets they cavorted

But daylight brought their efforts to impermanence it seems

Their place in Heaven’s gateway sadly thwarted

Ah, day, sunlit bathed, illuminates my path

And yet the calls of midnight sky remain

The twinkling pinpricks hovering, just shrouded for a time

Until I gaze in wonderment again



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