Ophiuchus

OPHIUCHUS Upon death what if each of our souls was a star Thus we would understand the vastness of afar How planets met, fought, fell in love, then ruled Such a diverse universe of red hot stars cooled Whose memories then kept alive by a living sun To shine in skies of midnight blue; to life begun We are as of the thirteen lunar moons of a year Bring forth personalities upon this earth to bear Understanding stars; as to understand yourself Our future upon this earth, then all of its wealth So confusing because you are not what you are Ophiuchus; being the thirteenth star sign so far As the shifting of time earth’s axis has reversed Just what star signs are we under on our births Indiana Shaw . . . “Ophiuchus: between Sagittarius and Scorpio, November 29th to December 17th" . . . : /