Sorrows of the Moon - Therion

Tonight the moon by languorous memories obsessed

Lies pensive and awake a sleepless beauty amid

The tossed and multitudinous cushions of her bed

Caressing with an abstracted hand the curve of her breast

Surrendered to deep sadness to a lover for hours

She lolls in the bright luxurious disarray of the sky

Haggard entranced and watches the small clouds float

By uncurling indolently in the blue air like flowers

When now and then upon this planet she

She lets fall

Out of her idleness and sorrow a secret tear

Some poet an enemy of slumber musing apart

Catches in his cupped hands the unearthly tribute all

Fiery and iridescent like an opal's sphere

And hides it from the sun for ever in his heart