The moon rests on her shoulder,
the sun sets in her brow,
like the seas, I cease, to behold her,
with shining stars, always in tow.

I watch planetary bodies,
warp and weave
perfect celestial tapestries;
the Pleiades know well of these,
for solar winds eternal blow,
telling their tale, in endless sail,
across a sky, that only I,
in my silence, know...