Twilight Hour: Kepler's Song

Kepler’s Song

Baby born with eyes wide open
Orbiting with awe, you lay
And you try now to relive it
Fighting the curse of Quixote
Blazing trails along the dotted line
Drawn out by the forgotten
Another violin in the symphony
Lost in the beauty of Kepler’s Song

From TV cradles, we seek young love
And fall in love at a tailor’s glance
But when Gypsy sings the theme song
It’s with rooks we take our chance
Every thorn has it’s rose, I do suppose
If from the garden it was born
May every Orchid find its honeybee
And the beauty of Kepler’s song

There was an H.R. Giger painting
In the Sistine Chapel of his skull
He made mosaics in the swimming pools
For the ones that say, “life is dull”
And his name no one remembers
But his ambitions, they deem wrong
They found him dead with both ears bleeding
Listening out for Kepler’s Song

All the scholars who’ve dared to seek it
Find the books are all bound shut
As the zealots aim their harpoons
Martyring the juggernauts
And the decedents claw for culture
In a vast pheromone sea
They only ask not to be lied to
And they hear no one answering…

You may drain out all the fire
But the bottle’s always full
Ask the wino about emptiness
He knows well desire’s pull
The illusion is the vacuum
The blinded wont for what is gone
But in truth all notes do remain
In the beauty of Kepler’s song

I saw Joan out picking mangos
From the wishing tree in the park
She sat down by the fountain
And watched her unicorns depart
What she feels can only be felt
All these masochists of love
And some harmonies fall on the tone-deaf
In the beauty of Kepler’s Song

I’ve seen the Romeos and Juliets
And their fate is not for me
I’ll always be a hopeless romantic
But gravity won’t swallow me
I guess we all pursue our Edens
And out of time always is love
As we listen to the sunset
For the beauty of Kepler’s song

All do fear the one-eyed king
And his vision void of depth
In the ballroom of the grotesque
Where the angels hold their breath
And the silenced doubt their wisdom
Till the ebony clock chimes
Then they rue their flights from hardship
As silver turn their balls of twine…

Galileo, he stared for hours
At the mountains on the moon
While the ashes still powdered the town
From the ones who spoke too soon
Though the mortar may be cracking
Still the wall seems to hold strong
But the melodies are seeping through
With the beauty of Kepler’s Song

All the bells gasp in disbelief
As Rosa walks to the alter
Her gown trails like a quetzal’s tail
Emerald green and mother of pearl
Who would have thought we’d see her married
Or still alive past twenty-one
I guess that no one knows the sheet music
When they’re playing Kepler’s song

Will you “lead us into temptation”
So we can see if we’re still young?
Or stand out in the cancer sun
Believing you’re the holy one?
Let Lautrec capture the places
Where the untouchables are drawn
And let Van Gough paint with echoed shades
From the beauty of Kepler’s song