Mirror Of Venus

A mirror of Venus, that you are!
But I have never seen your face.
A Mariner carried by a star
with no regard for time or place.

‘The Architecture of Regret’
now there is a book I’d never write.
But here I’ve built minaret
and from it I’m calling out tonight…

I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of
I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of
I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of Venus.

I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of
I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of
I’ll go wherever you go, mirror of Venus.