Scorpio Moon, lonesome and bright,
Looking down on this innocent bay,
Sending high tides in the darkness of night,
salvaging wreckage in the light of the day.
Scorpio Moon and its cotton wool mists,
Wading through feelings that hide within
Of own and others; incomprehensible twists,
Revealing the virtues of nightmarish sins.
Scorpio Moon always remembers the pain
Of own discoveries; bestowed the mission
To uncover and ponder and skilfully gain
Understanding of feeling as the human condition.