The astrologer


Astrologer...astrologer....do tell me the story...
Afore the endless abyss that is history
What was the story ?
Was there anything worth your while
Or for that matter, worth my while ?
Hither and dither wanders my mind as I
Try to fathom deep silences of rooms
Wonder do I at the sounds of silence of such rooms
Evokes as it does, in one's mind the silence and
vastness of the sky
With its endless space and vast spread of color.

Came a time when the calm of time
Entered into the unsettling nature 
That was man's fickle nature
And wrecked havoc of mother nature
Scum was the verdict of destiny
When man ended the endless abyss that is history
By recording events and passing it down the ages
Agents of time and agents of the beyond 
Became one and the same
And born were there new superstitions
And newer gods....but.....

Where from came the astrologer?
Day in and day out
Studying the countless stars
Predicting and prodding the stupid intellect
That was man's superstitious nature
Wherefore is nature in this strange design of the
astrologer?
Wherefore went the newer intellect that was the design
of science...
When this man with his prophecies on destiny and
man...
Trotted in, armed with a few leafs...
And fewer stars, predicting and prodding the stupid
intellect...
That was and still is, man's superstitious nature.

Astrologer...astrologer....do tell me the story...
Afore the endless abyss that is history...
What was the story ?
Were there democrats...
And was there a Tory?
Was there the talk of Queen Mary?
Or was it all just a story?
Many years have passed me by...
Many years have I passed by...
But still there remains this story...
That the years were stolen away by destiny...
Is it true astrologer, this story ?