Chapters in the midnight sky

Once I pronounced their eloquence
of beauty , rich and dainty
Twice I gaze into the midnight sky
their scripture still does prompt me

No longer are they encased
or linger in the pages of my mind
instead archival in their presence
referenced - "when I was blind"

Forming a reminiscent constellation
each has a name scribed by the wind; above
by one name I chose to label them all
they are each aptly called - "love"

So when I moon over the contents
of my library cast high
as soon as the horizon begins to wink
Surely enough the heavens they cry
to wash away the evanescent ink