Your radiance shall wake me, Soleil: my lantern, my warming glow. We'll meet only twice this year to adumbrate the lapis sphere. Your luminance shall slake me: my light, my ball of ocher flame.
Your brilliance shall guide me, la Lune: my pearl, my gleaming infinity. Four billion years of spinning yet the pull is just beginning. Your blaze shall abide me: my angel, my celestial friend.