The Inevitable

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,