the moon drops first

Old Variation on a theme in S
Old Variation on a theme in S

Beaumont is far from Lesbos
Still I pine under pines
Watching Pleiades set
Cursing fate and time

Yes, the moon drops first

Artemis follows the sisters
Perhaps the hunt is hers
I chase only your rain
To quench this painful thirst

Yes, the night is long

I sweat in my cold bed
As night drags into the dawn
I send to heavenly bodies
My pain, my need, my song