I met her on the diamond shores under the twin moons of Leto

(Goddess of motherhood, Mother of Apollo)

The sea in icy calm, to a horizon green turquoise

The moons hanging in counterpoise

With flashing lights of asteroids

But dark clouds were gathering, clouds of deepest sorrow

We knew that in this place there would be no fond tomorrow

We stood and felt the tectonic shudder of continental drift

I took her by the hand as we saw the sea shift

The sea bed scoured

I lifted us both in a pulse of power

(Sufficient, as they say, to the hour)

The sea roaring back, we were almost adrift

Our footprints were written in a different script

I lost her under a Red Sun where they thought I was the Messiah

Of worship and praise she had no desire

"If needed you'll find me

I can't let you bind me"

Then she was gone with a celestial choir

A  pulse of electrons on heavenly wire

I found her again under the Yellow Sun

This time I was told "You are the chosen one"

I grew very obese

But could not bring peace

She brought me release

And exotic fun

Many times I have tried to save a nation

But there are no gods. You make your own salvation.