the stars

ask not the stars
for their track
time trimmingly told
has naught to do
with ever this

nor bother the moon
whose gentle graces
once bestowed
can never be withdrawn
before the tolling bells

it is but the will
of weary petulant
man that banishes
innocence and
tarnishes truth

ask not the stars
oblivious sailing
across the heavens
for their journey
can never be yours