Venus in Retrograde

 

Oh how very fast our time has flown

when young, we missed the relevance of ebb tides, didn’t we?

Not knowing how to be fully grown up, or how to adjust, in remedy

nor really understanding love, or nature, her moon phases, others

or what it meant to be truly ourselves, or in unity, or just in oneness be

 

How slowly waned the years of that blindness

as if time stalled and did all to avoid, such painful realizations

of my youthful inability to speak to you, in truly perfect words

or to let you know how truly broken they had left me, behind the façade

nor could I genuinely hear your needs, above loud, remaining fragments of my own

rather opting to withdraw, above the tide, as seaweed does, silently

 

How vastly different the world becomes when, angry parents always know best

influenced by the very inconvenience of young growing needs and change

not bothering to understand the innate strengths and skills within young souls

nor what the tides of time, could positively deliver to vulnerable, trusting shores

Perhaps far more than castaway, sandy morsels of ill timed, viable opportunities

held hostage with greatness chained, needing to burst forth, yet ever restrained

ever judged inane youthful complexity, of apathetic value; WHO would CARE so tragically?

 

Venus in retrograde, influence beyond love’s ability to fulfill its potential

How destructive can be such detached efforts, used to abandon hope

How wastefully sacrificed, the jellyfish caught above the tide

leaving no positive influence on long since lost, apathetic jellyfish offspring

nor any heartfelt, relevant understanding of its final stranding, or the cause

above the tide, to gasp and die unseen, beside bleached seaweed bones, merging into sand

How fast our lives have flown and yet another birthday planned

Decades come and go and Now in irony and perfect words; How does one pause?

 

And how slowly wane my first memories of your eyes

those deep amber windows shared, with a Grandmother’s timeless soul

not so complex anymore, as an older Venus moves back into retrograde

yet still I'm lost, in that youthful inability, to understand her, as a whole

Over time, so many jellyfish strand as life’s tide withdraws

seaweed hopes rise and fall, in silent phases of fleeing moons

all castaway sandy morsels lose, their relevance when unseen... dying alone

or influenced by nature's storms, or selfish other needs, beyond our own

Your eyes still truly do shine, beyond all greatness found, during all My Years since flown

 

Venus in retrograde and one life circle revisited, from a time, not of space

Time reaching out to experience, the nourishing glow of her, within a morning star

In any series of life choices made, so many search in vain, for their sandy place

some lured by a siren's twin souls, which dwell beyond, the transit of your face

All strangely chained, to only watch, maybe appreciate, the irony that we are

as we learn beyond youthful inability to survive in love, with life guidance from afar

Venus in retrograde also demands that we remember, love from days gone by

as most have slowly, waning memories, while life and time now, really fly

 

So I hope my overdue words have told you, that I've always loved, your perfect eyes

though in retrograde I fear, that vision will tend to move, far more than morning skies

As Venus chases the tidal moon, he flees and then, it seems, another jellyfish gasps and dies

During all the time that flies and in all the time we are, something in our heart drives us, to reach out for that star

Venus’s presence and her transit inspire far more than lovers, to believe that they can be, all they really are

 

And as she moves silently past us, some plead for love... while others look and sigh

but only, dying jellyfish call out her name, then wait in hope... for her reply!

 

And for me, I cry out to her:

I hope you rise far above the greatness of every possibility

never again be restrained by fools or loveless plains

With my Venus in retrograde no more, now I see

no valid reasons why, I should not just try to free

all the deaf, unanswered stranded jellyfish, yet again...

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* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

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