we've 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