Betwixt the seagoat’s cycle
but a moment in time
the lovers meet
for the 20th’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
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© Toni Armstrong
BA Pysch, PGDIP Psych
Astrologer
Muse
birthmuse@gmail.com
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image ~ elena klementeva