Milky pearl strung on life´s sleepy thread,
Nestled against night´s black bosom,
Smiling secret ancient smile,
As befits Queen of night´s velvet bed.
You who calls wolves to bay,
You who woo oceans tide,
You who whispers growth of root,
Beneath earth´s murky clay.
Sleep child of the universe below,
Rest your head heavy & weary,
Use your glowing charms to lure,
Oceans tides to ebb & flow.
Foamy lips kiss silver sands,
Beneath your canopy of muted light,
We live our lives & fight our fight,
Mystery of life in your gripping hands.
Hanging as crystal ball upon a tree,
Pregnant silence above us all,
Prisoners you hold of lunatics,
Influential in all we are & see.
Dressed in heavenly garb of gold,
Beauty beyond man’s dream,
Destroyer of the human mind,
Everything of life you see & gripping, you hold.
Every creature you hold in your silver hands,
Every mood we feel is due to you,
Every corpse that passes on,
Goes beneath your worm-crawling sands.
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