Sirius

There you are, my bright particular star,

the brightest point that heaven can allow.

While dimmer bulbs can’t see how hot you are, 

to me, dog star, you are the cat’s miaow;

a dancing flame upon a lake of tar,

the hound that sings when all the others howl

and now you’re here, my dog days have begun,

for while you rage, your light outshines the sun.

Although it’s said that dogs are men’s best friends

I know, of course, that you cannot be mine

and yet each time the fleeting night descends

all star-crossed lovers watch our stars align.

One day we’ll part for every summer ends

but until then, my love, I’ll watch you shine

and wish upon my dog star every night

long after heaven pulls you from my sight.