Horoscope - (for Blaise Romany)

These winter days have been long and cold

For the one who waits on the birth in me,

For though she carries the seed I hold

I carry the watchword, ‘Destiny’.

The cosmic clock in my loins has set

The future freeze on the planet’s race

And what was set by my lovers clasp

Will shine in the new-born spirit’s face.

 

The planets whirl and the planets wheel

To weave their way in the master’s web,

I cannot buy, I can only steal

One short life-long at my life-tide’s ebb.

The star that falls in the field of wheat,

The lightning flash in the summer storm,

The sigh of shadows, the thunder’s beat

Will all be present when you are born.

 

David Lewis Paget