Alike a lark is early an aubade,
And this to you will ever now belong.
For scintillant nihilist is this made,
In hope you will not walk but go with song.
Upon you I plant my sabian ways-
Show there the stars with majesty above.
Meets sky with sea adrift but there it stays,
And amaranthine is for you my love.
But our beloved world is far from pure-
We humans here have left our sorry scars.
Recall though how the stars they glow so sure-
Remember this, for you are made of stars.
So, like the sea and sky are always blue,
As constantly and always I love you.
poemo 