The Waiting Room
Marvellous elliptic magic Moon
Tears of honey served on silver spoon
Morning cold enough to crack a stone
My love will be here soon
Jupiter ascending to his throne
Indifferent, untouchable, alone
Deis Pater, Lord of light and sky
The bird of love has flown
And it will be a long while till we lie,
Limbs entangled under gravid sky
The Spheres conduct a melancholy air
Lament for she and I
The weight of light impossible to bear
Ice and fire refracted in the air
Our souls entwined like vines about the moon
We sing her silver tune
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