Beatific Visions Under the Sirius Moonlight

Like Homer declared how Sirius rises
late in the dark, liquid sky on summer
nights, brightest of all the diamonds
and pearls sin embargo portending evil
while bringing the shimmering heat with
little chills and fevers to long suffering
humanity moon beam dreams absurd and
obscene fill my head with seldom seen
scenes like the girls that got away in
adolescent magazines of angels once good
but gone forever too soon to be forgotten
while remaining forever unforgiven and its
sleepy time in the south remembering the
shape of her mouth as surreal and soft as a
pillow floating down the Swanee far far away
where simple twists of fate lurk around supple
cosmic corners in the cockles of my heart or
the attics of my life as if super strings in space
and ties that bind connecting the polka dots and
twinkle twinklings of the dog star blazing further
on up the road or was it just my magination
running away with me from sea to shining sea