The Planets

we have fought a long and bitter war
my Twin Soul and I

lost and lonely, fallen angels, exiled
from a misty, half forgotten galaxy of stars
wounded cruelly by the painful thrust of Mars
caught in Neptune's tangled web shocked and torn asunder
by the sudden, awful violence of Uranus
tortured by the clever lies of Mercury
crushed beneath the icy weight of stern, unyielding Saturn
who lengthened every hour into a day each day into a year
each year into eternities of waiting

scorched and nearly blinded

by the Sun's exploding bursts of arrogance and pride
as Eve and Adam, stilled and helpless, deep within us cried...

still we fought on in unrelenting fury
striking blow for blow...driven by the pounding drums
of Jupiter's giant, throbbing passions
stumbling at the precipice of the Moon's enticing madness

to fall at last in trembling fear
before the threat of Pluto's ominous tomb like silence
consumed by inconsolable sadness, and the bleakness of despair

we bear...

the wounds and scars of furious battle
I and my Twin Soul

but now we walk in quiet peace
with all our scattered pieces whole
together, hand in hand...full serpent circle
back into the Pyramid-shaped rainbow of tomorrow's brighter eden

crowned by gentle Venus with the Victory of Love
that did not die
but has survived the night of selfish seeking
to wait for morning's soft forgiveness and the dawn of understanding