Sonnet of the Star-Cross'd
My love and I are like to Moon and Star;
Doomed to our sep’rate paths until we die,
Come ev’ry night we rise and journey far
Till where the oceans reach to kiss the sky.
Eternally repeating this, our plight,
In vain we strive on to each other reach,
Hoping our love will pierce the endless Night
And somehow magick’ly the distance breach.
But still the paths of Moon and Star cross not;
And though our light the miles dim and fade,
You are the drug of choice I’ve so long sought;
A shameless addict of me have you made.
Inebriated, floating on the high,
I’ll drink of your memory till I die.
Copyright ©1999 by Veronica L. F. Jensen
