Tonight At Noon

The Songbook of the Muses

In the midnight of our days
The moon marches languidly
To the music of the spheres
Refracting itself
Through the stars of the twilight garden
Until auras of the cosmic aria come
Bleeding from the inverted ocean
Of the hovering horizon
Where Earth makes love to the sky
& prays beneath golden rain of Ra
In hopes of returning us
To the lineage of forever.

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