Betwixt the seagoat’s cycle

but a moment in time

the lovers meet

for the 20^th’s rhyme

Judgements abound

in this strangely set scene

where only the two

know the moment’s fair mean

There the realization dawns

of the harshest reality

where we are, we be

there’s no luscious immortality

 

Yet still, with nothing held back

we aim for the moon

to bathe within the milky way,

of the silken star’s cocoon

 

For there the lovers remain,

star crossed between

the heavens, Venus and Mars,

felt… but never likely seen

 

♥

 

© Toni Armstrong

BA Pysch, PGDIP Psych

Astrologer

Muse

birthmuse@gmail.com

 

♥

 

image ~ elena klementeva