A poem for the Sagittarius Sun, sextile the waning crescent Libra Moon
conjunct Mars in Libra, with Venus in the first degrees of the Scorpion
conjunct Mars in Libra, with Venus in the first degrees of the Scorpion
"At Each Other's Octaves"
There lurks in each of us a part
As true as all the rest
Always loving deathly fresh starts
Bottling and shelving hearts
Beds and pillows store our dreams
Sometimes run roughshod over me
Draw me in close
In loss our triumph truly known
Filled anew, we drain the cup
Illusive, poured out and dried up
If I could pull the moon
A bit further from the sun
How much of your light escapes her web?
Some unreflected back to everyone
It emanates from your face
Dissipates into space
Shared with forever's reaches
Cradle of universal grace
If I could pull the sun
A bit further from the moon
It would dim no warmth or light
Of constellations standing in you
Draw me in close
Connections beckons growth
If all are one, we are always
Raising suns and moons for endless days
There lurks in each of us a part
As true as all the rest
Always loving deathly fresh starts
Bottling and shelving hearts
Beds and pillows store our dreams
Sometimes run roughshod over me
Draw me in close
In loss our triumph truly known
Filled anew, we drain the cup
Illusive, poured out and dried up
If I could pull the moon
A bit further from the sun
How much of your light escapes her web?
Some unreflected back to everyone
It emanates from your face
Dissipates into space
Shared with forever's reaches
Cradle of universal grace
If I could pull the sun
A bit further from the moon
It would dim no warmth or light
Of constellations standing in you
Draw me in close
Connections beckons growth
If all are one, we are always
Raising suns and moons for endless days