Tarkovsky (The Second Stop is Jupiter)
The eternal sun runs to the mother
She smoothes his brow and bids him
Drink from her well of hammered mist
Come along sweet lad,fog rises from the ground
The falling soot is just the dust of a shivering gem
The black moon shines on a lake
White as a hand in the dark
She lifts the lamp to see his face
The silver ladle of his throat
The boy the beast and the butterfly
Thw sea is morgue,the needle and the gun
These things float in the blood that has no name
The telegragh poles are crosses on the line
Rusted pins not enough saviors to hang
She bless the road the noose of vine
And waits beneath the triangle
Formed by Mercury,an evening star
The fifth planet with its blistering sore
And the soaring eagle above and to the west
The boy the beast and the butterfly
She walks across a bridge of magpies
Her hollow tongue fills the brightness
With water and in the wink of an eye
One planet with a glittering womb
One white crow one diamond hed
Big as a world big as world
Don't forget how I played with you
She cries,and kissed away your tears
The white mouth of the sun smiles
On his beautiful tounge the seed of flight