I'll float on the nine clouds
that you perpetually create
before my slumber and upon my waking
to each the other we oscillate.
Jupiter, Jupiter, I surrender to thee,
You are the Goddess of all poetry.
If I were but a Moon, I'd certainly swoon
In the storm of your form
and your sweet gravity.
This is magnificent. You are a marvel.
A muse for lips to meet the heart.
My pen is without greater purpose
than to praise and devour your delicious art.