Close to midnight…

 

 

Wayfarer: Argent-shimmering, agate-eyed Phoebe.

Why look lugubriously sad?

A lighthouse though you are not

Still a beautiful lamp nonetheless.

Phoebe:  I rule not the night sky nor am I

Noon’s mighty sovereign.

My love for earthlings unrequited-

Man seek only unattainable sidereal majesty.

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