She tip-toes the constellation lines
That shine reering beasts
That prance pillow wines in my mindpool

O stellar factoria
Blissful endeavour
Of watching the skies
On the backs of forever

Eyes gleaming comet blurs
of wistful enchanment
Dancing watery moonglow goblets
That toast the nocturn-fellery

Come my goddess of dream fountains
Pouring nebular clusters
that whirl with gravitas

Let us prance again the starshapes
That splash~in novas~our lives