It is not there, this star I watch tonight. <br />Neither was it, when Mesopotamian sages <br />Scored clay tablets with epic myths of time. <br /> <br />However much it isn't there, my star inspires; <br />Alters night to a panoramic screen <br />Where gods and fancies dance out mystic lives. <br /> <br />And though it is not there, this star provides <br />A measure, creates angles on tangential planes <br />Which map the secrets of its world and mine. <br /> <br />This star I watch, bright lighthouse in the skies; <br />Guides migrating birds, goads adventurous hearts, <br />Directly beams its rays into my eyes. <br /> <br />My absent soaring star, it has not died. <br />For in my mortal head spin images; <br />Tales born to life, from its immortal flight. <br /> <br />Oh speeding dart, oh piercing shaft of light, <br />Shall I, like you, sustain when I am gone? <br />Will my love radiate beyond my life?<br /><br />Janet Budd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absent-star/
