So you think you can read
The stars in their flight
The transit of Mars
Is uneasy tonight
As the astrolabe turns
The universe burns
Out of sight
You’re such a technician
These things that you know
One half magician
Above and below
But its all on the wheel
And what can you feel
Turns too slow
So you think that you know
Where the heavens begin
A matter of science
Not faith, love or sin
Your knowledge will grow
But it’s what you don’t know
That will win
(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved