I came in the dark to the shelter
of life itself that you gave me
the horse Pegasus took me then
and I could fly through the warmth
of your embrace
it came up through cold stone
the heat and passion resurrecting me
and the lives of those who'd lived
eight days of the month
in the mouth of Scorpio
remembered.
I stole thoughts from down long ago
to never forget
to find truth what is theirs
and tears that were lost.