My Stella - - No

My Stella My abode - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You are my homeless home, The sojourn of my absolute Aloneness. The dark cloud above can't Overshadow the sun, it's Pristine glory. The homeless sky is its home, the womb of divine gracefulness. The Moon is on lake ancient and medieval stillness, You are my waves without Bottom, The recluse of this tired soul. Time's merciless blow may not promise happiness All-pervading, Or land us on secured field of Alliance, We will live evermore without ligature, In space in total liaison in Incorporate armor.