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.