Anton

Anton, you’re simple
Plain and provincial
They said, while sipping their wine
Close to the soil
You troubled and toiled
In your race against status and time
Though short on esteem
You dared to dream
Of your place in a city of dreams
That place where gods go
Was calling you home
Was calling you home

Anton, you’re lost
Your calling’s your cost
In this mortal life, passing you by
They counted courtings
While you courted counterpoint
Sounds came together, not lives
Forgone were pleasures
In movements and measures
You sighted your path to the stars
That place where gods go
Was calling you home
Was calling you home

All the while
Greatness kills Love while she sleeps
The man’s still a child
Blind to the years as they creep
While the world falls in love
Enduring and deep

Anton, you’re famed
Your brilliance proclaimed
As your moment has finally arrived
Now allow yourself taken
But no maiden wakens
You’re a boy in your heart, not their eyes
While their love escaped you
Your love gave way to
A passion that’s wed to all time
Before summoned to all that’s sublime
That place where gods go
Was calling you home
Was calling you home
Was calling you home