Horoscopes

When salt water is rising in my lungs While the rest of me sinks so deep That the waves are stormy dreams Screaming out their lively spirals While I watch from the deep blue My numb fingers trailing through seaweed- When smoke is rising from the fires I set Before I woke up and realized That the azure sky could quiet The rising plumes of phoenix breath (once a slash across the blue) Now just pitiful shades Lost against the blank grey- When I am given everything And somehow still feel nothing- I look up to the untouched serenity of the stars And imagine that I am connecting them together Weaving my own tapestry from long-dead fires And making something new.