O moon!
Have you come too soon?
Is it a curse or a boon?
Did I play my flute to your tune?
The herd in the pasture
are asking for a future
Did I steal my own rapture?
Am I cause for my own torture?
O moon!
I have not yet cast my rune
Is your tarot card my doom
when my life is well past noon?
Did I put the cat in the cradle?
Is the chill too cold to handle?
What is the zodiac’s riddle?
My bed, for you, is in a puddle
Is it a silver spoon or a wooden ladle?
Is the beast unbridled?
Did I ignite the candle?
Is your night a shamble?
Are they singing in your honour?
The crone has passed the corner
Onerous are my runners
For I have always put myself on the backburner
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