Ouranos

The sky, the shower of the stars and the sun and the moon.

Holder of the atmosphere, the clouds.

Container, shield of the earth. The window to the cosmos.

Dreaming of the day he can touch the ocean, as he watches her and the earth.

A sense of humour, and a lonely far away touch.

This mercreature, who sings for him, who came on land despite the call for something else.

Someday, somebody to love.

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