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!
10 October 1976
poem by David Lewis Paget
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