A serene orb of palest celestial fire

My nocturnal mistress sits supreme above the fray,

A long exiled lover yet to deliver her ire

As she continues through the heavens on her lonesome way............

But 2 be Sirius little Miss Pale is naught but a ball of rock,

Stoney lady by my estimation a quarter millie miles from my green front door,

Best be all singing and dancing nay twerking in wild abandon for a maudlin man to embark on such a jaunt.

Maybe then...with all your rounded orbs a shining. 

I will take that giant step.