In realms of dark you watch and wait
Hoping for a sign that will lead you
To light. A phrase, a smile, a
Look of the eyes that could prove
A sign of love.
Pluto, your cold demoted planet, moves slowly in its orbit
Through reaches of dark space.
Master of the Underworld, you are familiar
With caves of limitless night
And the black river that souls must cross
On their lonely pilgrimage.