Laced in the heavens,
the constellation Lyra,
Falling Eagle shines
visible to our naked eyes,
its eponym Orpheus -
musician, poet, prophet.
Placed over Earth in
midnight summers
of northern hemisphere -
centuries from now,
it will shine once more
as our guiding North Star.
Faced with my future wife
for the first time
at the birthplace
of the poet Sappho -
her words written for the lyre
sung with love for womenkind.
Traced across the sky,
the Perseid meteor shower,
our hopes lit by shooting stars,
the tears of San Lorenzo -
patron saint of cooks,
comedians and librarians.
Embraced on the beach,
then - looking at the stars,
dared not foretell our future,
now - our own stella cadente
has fallen into our arms,
and we have named her Lyra.
JP Seabright is a queer writer living in London, who has had poetry published in three anthologies, short stories published online and in print, and various pieces shortlisted, longlisted and highly commended. They are Assistant Editor for Full House Lit Mag, and can be found hanging out on Twitter @errormessage