Prelude: Phoebe Alone

Born in a furnace hotter than flame,
Spinning and cooling, rock with no name.
Who is my sister, blue green and white?
How does she see me, sundered by night,
Sundered by night?

She the bright bauble, I a dull stone,
She with the blessings I’ve never known.
Always towards her my stricken face,
How does she see me, swinging through space,
Swinging through space…?