The clouds are making room for you.
Slipping through your illuminum.
Cast aside by your ancient lunar wave.
No one knows how old you are.
Or how you became the biggest of all our stars.
Rainbow rimmed with your white light the clouds know your bright majesty tonight.
Master of the sky.
Jester over hearts.
Watery Wizard.
Hosting the burning sun.
You make your own time.
Lunar time make slaves of sanity.
Strips souls of banality.
You sing in.
High and clear.
Hugely near.
Your magnestism touches the oceans and makes them swim.
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