Cleaning out the Closets

Cassandra

I see her as I search the sky
Brightest light
From the East
Surrounded by stars and satellites

Some bright
Some in darkness
Some overshadowed
By larger bodies

I peer at them
Through my small aperture
And strain to decipher their twinkling
A code known only to themselves

But it is she that fascinates me
I study her from my observatory
And measuring the movements
I glory in my discovery

But I miscalculate
And she is not where I expect
Re-focusing, I watch
The more I see, the more I am revealed

Obscured by clouds
Emitting curious signals
Cassandra of the night sky
Apollo should not have cursed you so

What lies beneath
The veil of vapor?
Cool stone or
Captive heat

She emits such light
Yet peers at her reflection
And sighs.
Yet, what would I have given for one long look?


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