the stars spell out your name in dolomite in spirals, sketch your shape ‘gainst sunless night too far to touch, yet filling me with light

though godless, i cannot now but enquire how titan balls of gas can thus inspire old echoes of my sometimes heart’s desire

oh! ring my bell when you’ve an appetite to squeeze your voice through machine megabytes into an ear that, hearing you, delights!

no sea can douse my mind’s electric fire no distance rend our souls: they’re whole; entire! if love has limits, we’ve made love a liar

and e’en if Death declared her famed birthright to cut me from the Land of Vegemite before the Fates restore you to my sight

still would you have from me this signal pyre of synapse flips through bits of air and wire reminding you: Some wishes don’t expire!

for though the Earth may grant us no respite and though the future is as dark as bright the whisp’ring stars on which we wish still write:

all’s alright all’s alright