He was my Heaven's sent Solstice
Divine soul mate
God's sent
My "HELIOS"
The Roman "SOL"
The sun personified
Divine soul mate delivered
His voice the "Solfeggio" of my heartbeat
Our love the harmonic symphony of silence
Lover's music kept quiet
Yet rehearsed between complex interludes
Celestial balance challenged
Longitude and latitude coordinates erased
By the space created between us
Celestial longitude and latitude
Set apart by galactic magnitude
Lacking forward motion we became immobile
Two Non existing forces
Cause and effect
No longer affecting our "physic-al- law"
And while some say
"Opposites attract"
I believe that might have been true about us
(Only for a while)
Yet
Because we are fundamentally too different
It's hard to believe we'll even survive long enough for me to be able to finish writing this poem!
Our foundations too weak to sustain our heart's magnitude
These blueprints sketched in pencil
Without God's approval
Nothing was ever permanent
There is no longer symmetry in this equation
Emotions spinning out of balance
Parallel lines
Replaced
State lines
And erased our communication lines
(How ironic, I'm a wordsmith yet I'm left silent!)
Standing still in the center of my earth
I stare at this phenomenon
Incapable of making any difference
Unable to tell the difference between
Bright, happy days overlapping with lonely dark nights
He used to be my Sun
And at times I used to be his Moon
With each year's passing
I became Mother Earth
Listening to the cadence of my footsteps
As that is the only rhythmic flow left to hear
No apparent pattern
Just the natural progression moving towards a harmonic closure
The pause
The breaking point and point of rest
Left with a sense of resolution
My body's "cadenza" the ornamental passage
Transformed into the "Solo" piece of a lifetime
He used to be My Heaven' sent Solstice
Divine soul mate
God's sent
My "HELIOS"
The Roman "SOL"
The sun personified
Divine soul mate delivered
And I used to be his moon
Yet when I became Mother Earth
I witnessed both solar and lunar eclipses of our existence
He can no longer be the main Axis
Because we are now asymmetrical
I'm taking a new spin and a new direction
Listen to the final inflection (of my voice….)
The lights are now dimmed on our souls
One final time, no more acts left
Please "take a bow on your way out"
Clap, clap….
Your performance was stellar
Yet
There can only be one "Prima Donna"….
Simply Sil The InkDiva © September, 25 2008.