Deconstruction of My Constellations

He said,

Make peace,

With what? I retorted -

Perhaps, of

Brilliant Starshine, furthermost Constella:

Oh give it peace! For

Orion flirts with Andromeda

with passing nights and dying days,

the Vulpecula will have its ways,

Surely!

under diamond skies,

He said,

Don't cry,

For what? I answered -

Mayhaps, for

Easing Memories, innermost Constella:

Do not give it tears! If

Sorrow dances with Melancholia

with passing nights and dying days,

then Acceptance shall have its say,

Undoubtedly,

under diamond skies.