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I awaken to the sound of your voice, your words, calling to me...
Calling to me...Petitioning me... like an ethereal Siren's Song
Moving towards me just as waves journey toward an empty beach...
Always and forever...moving towards that lonely shore.

The Inevitable.

The speed of their emotional swells depending upon the wind
and the temperaments of the day.
Soft and lapping curiously when all is calm and clear
Furious and violently agitated when darkness hides the sun.

In spite of Saturn's cruelty we were destined to intersect
to hold these ongoing conversations...
Venus had put forth her resolution and now I wait for you
Just as the sands have waited endlessly for the eternal cycles of the tides.

I have been waiting...waiting...waiting...
waiting for you to meet me
waiting for you to come flowing in
waiting to absorb and finally feel the liquid of your caress.

Morning, noon, and night
I wait to hear from you
I wait...the Bullish Immovable Beast...I am the constant shore
Shaped only by your fascinations.

And you come to me, changeable Capricorn
Fluid as the great blue divide that separates the firm continents
Always changing, never stagnant...Always moving toward or away
Timeless ocean, timeless current, evermore.
 
I hear you singing an Ancient Mariner's Song
Its meaning holds the depths of repeated sailor's lore
Your stories sharing vast oceans of wisdom
that may have been floating on some wizened seaman's mind.
His voice, as yours, always sure to find
A welcoming lonely harbor on an expectant, yearning shore.

The tides mark the times for when we will meet
For when you will continue your engraving
Etching your love on toward me
as a fine lithography for now and forevermore.

Waves serve as your wild embrace
You place your countenance upon my face
I am unable to resist your advances
You have laid claim to the barren coastline of my heart.

Although I long for a permanence
In which Venus would so rejoice
You always leave me wanting more
Saturn still rules your mind.

There is nothing I see as so inescapable
as your leavings and your ongoing returns.
There is nothing so inevitable between us
except the Terra Firma of our minds.


(December 1, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
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