The silent centrepiece of sky and space
Suspended just below my window frame
Would give a poet pause, to fitly name
The paralysing power of her face.
This face that through my window ladles light
And burns away the borders of my dreams,
She blazes sheet and pillow with her beams
And makes a mocking morning of the night.
Now slowly all her light is fading by
Her hold is loosed. Her eye is turned elsewhere.
She marches with the legions of the sky
Out of the world she carved around my mind
To turn on other sleeplessness her stare,
And leave my window centreless, and blind.